Talking About My Fears To Others Feeds

As From A Star I Saw, Coldly And Soberly, The Separateness Of Everything. I Felt The Wall Of My Skin; I Am I. That Stone Is A Stone. My Beautiful Fusion With The Things Of This World Was Over.

Tomorrow Is Another Day Toward Death.

The Sheets Grow Heavy As A Lecher's Kiss.

Cold Glass, How You Insert Yourself Between Myself And Myself. I Scratch Like A Cat. The Blood That Runs Is Dark Fruit- An Effect, A Cosmetic. You Smile. No, It Is Not Fatal.

I Was My Own Woman. The Next Step Was To Find The Proper Sort Of Man.