The One Thing I Was

I Am Terrified By This Dark Thing That Sleeps In Me; All Day I Feel Its Soft, Feathery Turnings, Its Malignity.

I Want To Be Able To Sleep In An Open Field, To Travel West, To Walk Freely At Night.

It Was My Last Act Of Love (first Words To Her Mother In The Hospital After Her First Major Suicide Attempt)

Happy! That Is Indefinable As Far As States Of Being Go.

Spiderlike, I Spin Mirrors, Loyal To My Image.