The Stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking Didn't Make Her Skinny, It

I Can See Us, Living In The Woods, Her Wearing That A, Me With A S Maybe, S For Silent, S For Stupid, For Scared. S For Silly. For Shame.

Art Without Emotion Its Like Chocolate Cake Without Sugar. It Makes You Gag.

The Bathroom Door Swings Open. Emma Sees The Blood Painting My Skin And The Red Rivers Carved On My Body. Emma Sees The Wet Knife, Silver And Bone. The Screams Of My Little Sister Shatter Mirrors.

I Wanted To Pull Down A Book, Open It Proper, And Gobble Up Page After Page

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing In The Next Five Minutes And She Has The Next Ten Years Figured Out. I’ll Worry About Making It Out Of Ninth Grade Alive. Then I’ll Think About A Career Path.