Whoa. Thats incredible.

The imagery of the insects, and the relation to the menstrual cycle in the end. I'm in awe. Its intense and edgy and i love it.

just wow.

beautiful!!

ive had a falling out with words recently, so youll have to forgive the reviews getting worse and worse

i love the ending of the second to last stanza

bugs bugs bugs squirmy squishy dead

pretTY pret ti ful ly done

i love it love it love it love it love it. "but you said it was alright, you just knew that somehow it was important"... empathy. forever, EMPATHY. excellent poem. on my favourites list you go.

its so easy to criticize others, isn't it? i never claimed to be non-conformist. i just dont conform with things i dont agree with.

why not turn that sharp wit of yours inward for once? what would you say about yourself if you were an outsider looking in? i have one word: hypocrite.

A bit dark, but compelling. The words seem to tell a story at the same time they seem utterly unconnected to anything. It's a lovely piece.

Why so negative? And if you hate this site, why continue posting? I read your bio, that's all, and was merely curious. I do enjoy your poetry immensely.

Oh wow-- this was beautiful in the sense of words and fluidity of the whole poem!

Dark, compelling, completely admirable. It made me feel guilty for seeing the person as a role model even if you feel like you cannot stop but to idolise this person. Amazing.

It's good to see another work by you.

Beautiful and tragic and I think I may love you.

What a revelation and darkness of the soul.

I liked how it went from conversational to vivid: "the spare legs of moths and flies" -- that was striking.

Not sure what to critique -- it's good stuff. Maybe the line breaks in the fourth stanza? "I'm not that golden icon thrust / upon your shoulders..." When I read it out loud, it sounds strange, but I may just be pausing in the wrong way. I'm guilty of odd line breaks, too.

I think I might add you on livejournal.

This is amazing. I love it. So glad you've posted another poem. I adore your stuff.

-Julia