I Tied Down Time With

O Starry Night, This Is How I Want To Die

At Six I Lived In A Graveyard Full Of Dolls, Avoiding Myself, My Body, The Suspect In Its Grotesque House.

I Did Not Know The Woman I Would Be Nor That Blood Would Bloom In Me Each Month Like An Exotic Flower, Nor That Children, Two Monuments, Would Break From Between My Legs.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.

I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without Trying To Walk To God.