"Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you."

"If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things - huitlacoche; the corn mushroom, coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong."

I find myself at the bottom of another glass
, curtains of grey closing on my sight
—a familiar place
 I awake whilst falling
  something is holding my arms
—venomous barbs
I am a the bottom of another glass
—and I feel nothing

I can hear you in the other room
    —of my mind
  take me to you
   —on your words
while I am singing
   and
          take me to you
 because you want to hear my breathing
  and
        take me
  to that place
                    —where I stop dreaming
 I’m sorry
              —I can’t stop screaming
Tonight
      —again
    dressed in this
                         —sorrow
I have no strength to act
                            but to
     ask
          —yet again
to breathe for me

lay by me
   —before I go
in the damp moonlight
seeking peace
                      —in her glow