“How do I learn to speakwhen silence is all I know?”

“I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn't escape them.”

“I didn't know the demonsthat walked across your memory.They came from the dustwhen you were at peacein your grave.”

“Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness.”

“If you wish to know me,just ask.”

“I am a butterfly poetbirthed from painflying with the freedomof my verses.”

“I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn.Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger.”