She said: give me more space.

I'm trying to relax before going back to writing my dev psy paper. So I started looking for Filipino poetry, when I found a prose/poem hybrid thingy by Arkaye Kierulf:

( In this room I was born. And I knew I was in the wrong place: the world. I knew pain was to come. I knew it by the persistence of the blade that cut me out. I knew it as every baby born to the world knows it: I came here to die. )