Help me to believe that I am no longer a woman.
She is young, simple, pretty, and she is everywhere. I can hear her laugh.
What began with a female body must end with a acurate word. For the two of us, Sylvia.
Or with a hallucination?
Help me to understand that I am no longer a woman, only human.
How it pains me to be human only. How it pains me and torments me. Like a thousands of needles.
I am no longer a woman. I must internalize, I must repeat it loudly so I never forget till the end.
May not forget, not for a second.
You and me, we go and buried ourselves in the word.