Miss Marilyn, where are you now?
In your bathrobe with dirty feet
He�s under my skin � itching, crawling, seething with tumult.
Where is the answer?
His curse is a shadow stalking my steps, over my shoulder
Elusive as the shapes curling from my fingertips
Would you see me weep? My body bent
A broken woman.
Fragile but opaque
How easily I broke beneath your sharp tongue
Unleash the scream and shatter my life
Grind my fragments
The sparking sand will melt and make a new shape.