jane.

Stand up, Jane. You're not dead yet.
Knee deep in doubt won't get you anywhere.
No, don't look at them. Pick yourself up.
The worms will eat you alive.
Get out, Jane. You're sinking in.
You're deteriorating in uncomfortable skin.
I'll cut off your fingers and hang them overhead.
Maybe you'll come for them when you realize.
Jane, you're not dead.