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Hard, cold fingers caress my back,

pushing my mind to the edge of the sea…

the sea of madness…

Warm, sticky blood tickles my face,

pushing my thoughts to the edge of the sea…

the sea of madness…

Burning, singeing heat warms my insides,

pushing my sanity to the edge of the sea…

the sea of madness…

Bright, white lights stings my eyes,

pushing my memories to the edge of the sea…

the sea of madness…

Deep, forceful pain injures my soul,

pushing my very life to the edge of the sea…

the sea of madness

I wrote this poem in 1997, it has been published multiple times, it has won me several awards.

I feel this poem is signifigant because it shows me wandering into a dark place early in my writing, it shows me pushing my personal boundaries, it shows me exploring what at the time was considered poetry.

Conceptually Black photographs gothic art, based upon his vision of the world, his current feelings and mood.

These dark images were created in Columbus, Ohio.

I created them as an expression of struggle a woman faces with beauty.