“It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.”

“But then the dove of hope began its downward slopeAnd I believed for a moment that my chancesWere approaching to be grabbedBut as it came down near, so did a weary tearI thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag.”

“I let the beast in too soon I don't know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it's so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.”

“You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun”

“I was so self-critical. I still am; but it's not as bad anymore.”

“I've gone through stages where I hate my body so much that I won't even wear shorts and a bra in my house because if I pass a mirror, that's the end of my day.”

“The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.”