You’re Not Dead, But You’re Not Alive,

I Make It Through The First Two Weeks Of School Without A Nuclear Meltdown.

I Am The Space Between My Thighs, Daylight Shining Through.

I Want To Go To Sleep And Not Wake Up, But I Don’t Want To Die.

I Believe That You've Created A Metaphorical Universe In Which You Can Express Your Darkest Fears. In One Aspect, Yes, I Believe In Ghosts, But We Create Them. We Haunt Ourselves, And Sometimes We Do Such A Good Job, We Lose Track Of Reality.

A Breath Of Steam Trickles Out, Filled With The Sobs Of A Grown Woman Breaking Into Girl-sized Pieces.