The joy that isn't shared dies young.
I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer!
Somebody who should have been born is gone.
Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.
Fear / a motor, / pumps me around and around / until I fade slowly.
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.