The wind is so warm, as if it was an August day,
Instead of wearing coats, the children are in...

Stillness, akin to time immemorial,
A character of the past, a deplorable...

The wind and the rain attack me again,
It makes me wonder if I'm really that deep in sin...

Lying flat on my back,
Nothing here but a haze...

There is a side of you I appreciate,
It is a devilish persona you create...

Think not harsh thoughts,
And a gnashing of the teeth...

Will you always love me,
No matter what my appearance...

Icy fingers struggle for the handle,
Brittle are the bones, crumbling are the vandal...

I have played this game since I was fifteen,
Hating my fat, and not wanting to be seen...

Dear mom:
I can not take it anymore...

This house is too quiet,
And everything seems so still...

Winter gloom sets in like arthritis in my bones,
Will it ever release me...