Chapter 1
I thought I’d found heaven in madness
and fashioned godliness out of my own
ashes.
Perhaps I knew, then, that this was merely the limitations of a mind made warped and wild;
though they praise the poets for dying
and saints are made from gas-laden corpses
I am no Plath. I am no woman bound to die by the noose of my own hands.
May I be mad,
mad,
and live.
May I love my madness. some day, it may be all I have.




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