Journal Entry 1/17/14:

I sat still as the daggers flew into the mirrors

Staring into the soul behind those eyes

Prepared for the hits the casts the assault

My heaving chest a canvas

Paint me paste me slice me nail and bind me

Devour yourself in me

I have walked and crawled and walked again

I fly and dive deep swim serve sharks my blood

With every cut every slice every bitter strike

Against the sadness

You tried to put in me

Open my chest move aside my flesh

Like a curtain

Behind all those lesions lies a beautiful garden