Language is what got us into this mess in the first place -

My words cut your words into halves, I swear it was unintentional.

Now we are punctured with punctuation - our bloodied limbs protrude commas, semicolons, apostrophes and ampersands.

A giant backslash has wedged itself between us. The giant backslash looks oddly enough like a wall or a curtain - it was tall and thin like a bride wearing a very long veil. 

I cannot see you with her in the way.