Helpful WhisperIt's not like I'd be embarrassed,Helpful Whisper4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Or I wanted no one to hear,
But for some reason
That I can't explain
I had to
Let you know
In whisper, my dear.
When you came out
Of that bathroom stall
You had some bath tissue on your rear.
FFM XXIXShe's locked herself in her own absurdities. She traces silver-white raised skin over her shoulders and hips, wallowing in her own disgusting self-pity. At night, she cries over people who have been crafted from twenty-six shapes arranged in clever ways. Then she arranges the shapes some more, and pulls her hair because it will never be the same.FFM XXIX1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
She looks for the people she has pushed away and cries when she can't find them. Standing on her toes, she meets the goals she has set for herself. She pats herself on her back for a job well done without bothering to try jumping.
Watching the world from the window, she looks at buildings, and grass, and trees, and people. They wander around the streets, going nowhere but to and fro.
Disgusting. She thinks.