I want to be completely enthralled. I want it to take hold of me. But in a slowness that makes sense to me. In a manner that allows them to capture my essence and not just fragments of my entirety. I want to relinquish all that encompasses me at their feet. To lay myself bare in total surrender, to give them the full expanse of who I am — like a living sacrifice. I want to saddle down, hand in hand, to that dingy room with candles ablaze. I want to show them the white bones in my closet. I want to tear this mask off that has become stitched to my skin — it is all I see. I want to ease this ache. I want to be known. But first I must surrender.