i. HAIR OF THE SOFTEST SILK:
My hair used to fall in my eyes a lot. But then I pulled it all out. Every last obnoxious, dishwater brown hair, gone. One by one. I had never listened to the sound hair makes when pulled from the follicle before…it starts to actually sound nice after the first half hour or so. My mum yelled at me for clogging the drain.
ii. LIPS OF THE REDDEST ROSE:
I've got perfect lips, says my mum. But I wasn't born that way. My mouth is painted on, and although it looks perfect, it leaves me with a bit of a problem. I can't speak or smile. I stayed outside on the lawn for hours once, pulling up tufts of grass and staining my hands green. The colour faded in the sun. I took paint from the garage and went over it as neatly as I could, watching the red drip like blood down the drain.
iii. BIG WIDE OCEAN EYES:
There is a place, at the bottom of the ocean, where the fish talk and the boys have tails. A place where the boys don't lie. A place where freedom is actually free. I've never been there. I can't ever seem to hold my breath long enough. But I've seen it. I've got my daddy's eyes. I can hold my breath for about two hours, now. My mum says practice makes perfect. I'd much rather just flip a switch and watch the ocean slip down the drain.
iv. LITTLE BUTTON NOSE:
Cute as a button, my nose is. My mum tells me so all the time. I'm not quite sure what she means, exactly. What's so cute about a button? I don't much like my nose. The boys say it's nice…but the boys lie. I like to walk in the rain alone and evaluate my body. I always start and finish with my nose. Squeezing it, twisting it; hating it. I feel it is my worst feature…aside from my face, that is. So I sit on the sidewalk, watching rain flood down into the drain, and I wonder why I can't too. Why I can't just slip down the drain.
Author's Note: I tried to model this a bit after Pink Floyd's 'The Wall,' but with a little more naivety. The titles of the sections are from a poem called 'Princess,' written by my best friend. Her penname is BloodyWings; you should read and review some of her work. She's muchly talented. xx