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...