She Was A Large, Disordered Woman, Like

Whenever We Got A Glimpse, Their Faces Looked Indecently Revealed, As Though We Were Used To Seeing Women In Veils.

We Realized That The Version Of The World They Rendered For Us Was Not The Version Of The World They Really Believed In.

Scars Crossed Her Welded Wrists.

There Is A Small Window Of Opportunity For Freckled Girls To Tan.

Basically What We Have Here Is A Dreamer. Somebody Out Of Touch With Reality. When She Jumped, She Probably Thought She'd Fly