Trina Y’s Reviews > Cruelty & Killing Floor > Status Update

"I start pulling my guts out,
those red silk cords,
spiraling skyward,
and I'm climbing them
past the moon and the sun,
past darkness
into white.
I mean to live"

or the truth:
that I saw in myself
the five signs of the decay of the angel

The Suicide - like the tone and how the word choice informs

The Color Thief - like the construction/language of the poem