'When I look at you it reminds me of a story my ma told me, about a horse named black beauty, a wild horse that wouldn't be tamed but no one cared because it was just so beautiful to look at, like you."

She starts fighting me when I say it.

Her head thrashes from side to side getting me in the mouth.

I taste the copper on my tongue but it's nothing to her words, they slay me.

'I'm not beautiful, I'm a filthy dirty beggar, I'm a filthy dirty beggar, let me go please, ...