From a Mad Girl’s Diary
Love is not enough.
I still want to tear my skin from the outside in.
I have let my bones get picked apart like carrion.
I did it. I bit my nails down to the quick.
I did it. I bit my nails down to the quick.
Fear is not my mother tongue.
I do not speak it.
It speaks me.
I do not speak it.
It speaks me.
I am not gentle
But I am kind.
