1                        as a                                               flower,  

        a child grew inside the                  tissue of her brain; hugging      

    and laughing at the nonsense          that has come over the past 15  

             years. her fairy wings were leotard pink. loving all there is  

                             to love, she grew to hate all the noise  

                    and punished pink matter for the lies it told the  

                            hollowness                   where she lived

                                     and                                  died.