She felt bright and shiny
and a little bit new...

I'm crippled by
the pain, and fear...

I am soft and wide
like hips that have seen childbirth...

I'm beginning to wonder
if these scars are...

I hear you knocking
to come in...

Find me here,
behind my words...

You came to me
with your arms full of...

I twirled
and twirled...

Heat, she felt
as his fingers traced...

If I could write something pretty-
I imagine it would feel...

I
am not...

I can hear
the grating sound...