" No more dreaming of the dead,as if death itself was undone...No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden...No more dreaming like a girl so in love,so in love ...with the wrong world!
Silence slipping through the hidden door..
Felt it in my fists,in my feet,in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull,through my spine and down through my ribs."
