{016.} Like all secrets, this one was revealed. Angry parents of Real Girl. Familiar scene. They didn't realise Ana was running my mouth and head. This time it was the skin bag. They didn't want Tiny Dancer poking holes in the paper skin of Real Girl so she could see the stars. "Shedding your skin for the stars...foolish girl." Another lady, one who had has bottles upon bottles of colourful seeds to plant in my brain to keep me happy and keep my craziness small. She doesn't know Tiny Dancer is searching for stars again. In the places they can't see. Thin silvers on Real Girls hips, the size of a couch. Thick gashes on her upper arms, the tree trunks. Itty bitty scratches on her elbow, bumpy with the rocks she calls bones hidden under skin and marrow. Invisible slices in between ribs to find reality. Ana smiles upon her bone throne, holding Tiny Dancer under her royal gaze. She smiles at the destruction.
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Lost in the Snow
SonstigesThis story is for everyone and anyone who has ever felt this way. It is a memoir of sorts and the writing style was inspired by Laurie Halse Anderson in Wintergirls. It involves various disorders and self harm, may be triggering.
