“I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.” Sylvia Plath - Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices, 1962 A video installation concerning the fallout of childhood r*pe and its devastating effects on one's relationship with the body. Motherhood was never an option for me; the choice was taken away by one single night of violence.