I've officially spilled all the thick darkness from this girls body
into my lap to be examined...understood...theorized...and sorted by color or evil tint
at anyone's command.
The skin of my hands and fingers are peeling with sweat and grime as I rub
them together for warmth from the icy depths of my godforsaken memories.
Frostbitten by words and drenched in awkwardly placed nervous sweat I run a hand
through the curls of my brunette hair, getting tangled and yanking
to distract myself from the scissors I could pinch my fingertips with.

My heart is pounding with cheesy lines and fiery cheeks,
as I run flat out, ignoring the agony of weak jointed friendships,
grinding the cartilage away from the bone to create friction and tears
as a grin spreads across my burned face because at last
I made a “spectacular” catch just to prove I am worth something in the long run.