What can YOU say in six sentences?
Her writing is still not her best, but it's better since she fell out of love with herself and others.
Once she smelled her own shit and death snuggled up, there was fire.
When she got mad, sick, tired, bored, she got better.
Like grit in an oyster or green rising from ash.
As the walls closed in she looked for ways out, learned from wrong approaches the way out of hell -- through it.
Hell's darkest room is sealed, and the only way through is words.