My mind is melting
my thoughts dissapating...

A little girl
Ribbons in her hair...

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

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

Dear Mama,
I miss you so...

A single,
solitary...

I'm thankful for mashed potatoes and gravy,
for what it means to me...

My friends call me dark.
Dark, like only the night can be...

Summer only comes
But once a year...

Mashed potatoes,
and gravy...

A young girl,
With a heart of ice...

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