Oh. I was thinking. Well, hello.

My name is Threnody. I like big clunky boots, capes, skeletons, true crime, and Sisters of Mercy bootlegs.

I don't like pastels. When I am forced into prissy pink outfits, I retreat into the safety of nature and seethe.

I am shy, but that's all right, because I'm not particularly fond of most people...
except my best friend Sparrow and my future husband Peter Murphy.

I do realize I am very beautiful. I can't help it. I'm naturally striking. It's the hair.

As dusk falls, I take my nightly stroll through the shadows of Boston.
The streets are dull and grey. The buildings slowly close their vacant eyes.
Somewhere in the dark, a lonely child cries out, and I am happy.