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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...

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