4.

I want to tell you this story without having to say that (I ran out into the street
to prove something, that he chased after me and threw me into the gravel.
And he knew it wasn't going to be okay, and he told me
it wasn't going to be okay. And he wouldn't kiss me, but he covered my body with his body
and held me down until I promised not to run back out into the street again.)

But the minutes didn't stop. The prayer of nowhere
going nowhere.