I Knew How Much It Hurt To

I Showed Her How I'd Been Making Tiny Cuts In My Skin To Let The Badness And The Pain Leak Out. They Were Shallow At First, And Short, Like Claw Marks Made By A Desperate Cat That Wanted To Hid Under The Front Porch. Cutting Pain Was A Different Flavor Of Hurt. It Made It Easier Not To Think About Having My Body And My Family And My Life Stolen, Made It Easier Not To Care.

Can The Plural Possessive Express The Feelings In Your Heart? If You Don't Learn Art Now, You Will Never Learn To Breathe!

Gym Should Be Illegal. It's Humiliating.

Death Is Funny, When You Think About It. Everybody Does It, But Nobody Knows How, Exactly How.

I Like Cheeseburgers Too Much To Be A Model.