update from sparkleup

writing/3/terrifying/intro.md

@@ -51,12 +51,30 @@ I write and write and write, and then I fret and fret. My adversary, my *makyō*
 
 How dare I! How dare I take up that space! And with malice and aforethought!
 
-I use my will to wedge myself into the world. I project an intent and make myself known. I speak up and then cringe at the sound of my voice.
+I use my will to wedge myself into the world. I project an intent and make myself known. I speak up and then cringe at the sound of my voice, and even my love poems, written but unsent, cringe away from my presence.
+
+> I live my life in eternal terror  
+> of the completeness of your own.  
+> I take up so little space  
+> and impinge upon it so gently,  
+> I only hope that there is space enough  
+> for a 'dear' here and a 'lovely' there.  
+> If beauty is at the edge of the terrifying,  
+> I live my life in eternal terror.
 
 But, ah! My friends, all those who promised I wasn't a burden back when that was a thing I would ask them about, they all clap! They clap and smile and tell me that I've done a good thing.
 
 Don't they know I'm working hard at defining my boundaries? Don't they know they're praising me for violating those very same boundaries? Frankly, it's quite rude.
 
+> Cover me, crush me, compress me.  
+> Squeeze me down until I fit in your pocket.  
+> Let me jangle among your keys,  
+> or slip between bills in your wallet.  
+> Forget me, let me fray, let me fall apart.  
+> And, some day, pull me free,  
+> dust me off, flatten me out,  
+> and tell me that you love me.
+
 But I am working at getting better at accepting that sort of feedback. I'm trying to accept that taking up space is even allowed.
 
 > And we marvel at it so because it holds back in serene disdain