Before they even scratch my skin,before they even enter my mind,those hallucinatory voices linger,and scream into my ears. What was once soft whisperings,has deterioted into shouted accusations. But I will never capitulate! I will never succumb to the ideation of...

It seems I can only be seenwhen I linger here in betweenwhat was and what will be —this elusive, ever liminal me... On the cusp of real revelation,yet never in true jubilation,is where I do love to hide —neither within...