i.
she knows
they call her insane
crazy
titan-lover
behind her back
she used to be v-i-o-l-e-n-t
so, oh, so
v-i-o-l-e-n-t
she doesn't exist in rage now
but in streams of theory
stains of spilled ink on her skin
and her desk
smudged fingerprints on her papers
she exists in curiousity
what makes up a flower, a tree, the sky?
down to the skin
porous skin
slicing into cells and searching for the end of the monsters clawing at the walls
[when she succeeds, she thinks
she'll go to the edge of the world
dip her toes in the sea
if the sea exists
she thinks it does
glassy blue
and refracting light
cold, most likely cold
she'll go everywhere]
she might be crazy
but she's everyone's best shot