What If I'm An Angel

Then I Break A Glass And I Slit My Very Innermost Thigh So That I Can Pretend That I'm Menstru--- Well, Unavailable.

I Myself Am Not Afraid Of Ghosts; I Am Afraid Of People.

I Still Own My Heart, Which I Know Because It Hurts So Much.

If Leeches Ate Peaches Instead Of My Blood, Then I Would Be Free To Drink Tea In The Mud!

Shakespeare; The Only Man I'd Ever Love.