黛安克鲁格和克里斯汀斯图尔特裸体和狂野的性行为

Tearing at my lace, ripping my hard-won finery.

I said, "Goddamn boy," they yell, hungry jackals baying at the moon while chasing me through the woods.

This is all I am.

A bloody, glittering heart thumping under a bruised black sky.

Refusing to let anyone tell me who I'm supposed to be.