I Am The Space Between My Thighs,

A Breath Of Steam Trickles Out, Filled With The Sobs Of A Grown Woman Breaking Into Girl-sized Pieces.

I Make It Through The First Two Weeks Of School Without A Nuclear Meltdown.

Here Stands A Girl Clutching A Knife. There Is Grease On The Stove, Blood In The Air, And Angry Words Piled In The Corners. We Are Trained Not To See It, Not To See Any Of It. . . . Someone Just Ripped Off My Eyelids.

I Decapitated Dandelions All Morning, Leaving Carnage And Death Strewn Into My Path.

Apologies Mean Nothing If You Don't Mean It.