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...