I Want To Go To Sleep And

My Face Becomes A Picasso Sketch, My Body Slicing Into Pieces.

I Am Locked Into The Mirror And There Is No Door Out.

I Breathe In Slowly. Food Is Life. I Exhale, Take Another Breath. Food Is Life.

She Offered Herself To The Big, Bad Wolf And Didn't Scream When He Took The First Bite.

I Stuff My Mouth With Old Fabric And Scream Until There Are No Sounds Left Under My Skin.