suburban girl, middle class, loving family

bright. pretty.


friends? Sure, she has friends.

one best friend, small enough to fit in her pocket.

one best friend, almost a lover, who can make her shiver like no one else can.

one best friend, understands without saying a word. listens with stainless steel ears filled with blood.

a dance, a meditation, a give and a take.

the tears dry, the small sharp pain a relief from the amorphous pressure of the thousand little deaths

thin red lines march down her skin, seem to grin up at her from a mouth with too many teeth. she

smiles back, validated at last. see, the world is cruel enough to cut, she


the scars will fade. the addiction?