I used to wonder,
How deep I'd cut...

The clock strikes midnight
But time is frozen to me...

My mess,
Is clean...

A dark night,
No light in sight...

I sing songs, with no sound.
I write poems, with no words...

She doesn't scream--
But sings like angels...

A single,
solitary...

A little girl
Ribbons in her hair...

It's dark and it's quiet
Yet I hear your voice...

It wasn't supposed to
Be like this...

I'm back--
in the womb...

Dear Mama,
I miss you so...