you always said misery was your issue
you wanted me to me the tissue around your broken bones
i could never turn your streams of blood into silk scarlet ribbons
i could never bind you from yourself
your scars settled in and the milk has curdled long ago
"She reminded me of a woman lying down in the snow. Just lying down for a little while, she was so tired. She’d been walking so long, she just wanted to rest, and it wasn’t as cold as she thought. She was so sleepy. It was the surrender she wanted. To stop fighting the storm and the enveloping night, to lie down in whiteness and sleep. I understood. I used to dream that I was skin-diving down a coral wall. Euphoria set in as the nitrogen built up in my bloodstream, and the only direction was down into darkness and forgetting."