Trapped inside the glass of ice,
Insecta was not able to move,
I thought she was dancing because of my presence.
A dance of fear,
a desperate way to implore my
feelings to let Insecta get out Her prison.
This idea of freedom was like a spear piercing my old man hand.
I noticed this was painful, an old experience...
I was also previously very tormented by the fact of not being able to
define the identity of Insecta.
I was scared and I cried tears who had the taste of blood.
Then, I started to ask myself if I really knew the taste of blood...
After several days of trapped pré-putrefaction, Insecta finally died.
I was saddened by this regrettable fact.
I had the feeling to loose a part of myself.
Something I knew it existed before,
but something, once again, impossible to define.
I suddenly remembered the taste of Blood.
The smell of Death was close of this taste.
The Night after,
I had expected menstruation Blood,
this red liquid collapsing toward myself.
But Frustration came as usual.
I was not hurtled, no blood, just tears...