she didn't like to think of herself that way. nakedly. exposed like moonlight. didn't like to put herself through the interrogation. under a naked bulb. backlit with moonbeams. preferred not to ask herself the hard questions. where words like intent momentum personal responsibility glared under a spotlight of moons questions like why hadn't she married? where were her children? what had she done with her life that mattered?

so now, she makes preparations. she has taught herself to eat. to hunt gather prepare serve. she eats, alone.


she didn't like to think about what might happen if she set the words free. let the words gush spout geyser regurgitate. she might drown in ugly.

she has forgotten. no longer her self she is lost in herself. too much need.
she starts to bleed.