Feb 20 Afternoon

She fell when she was 14.
And now she’s fallen.
Behind her smiles are razor-sharp teeth. Capable of cutting, of hurting, of incapacitating. Who she is she doesn’t know anymore. And they keep asking. Beneath her laughters are muffled sobs. Hushed to escape their curious stares. Nobody knows the truth. No not one soul. Except hers.

0 couldn't resist blurting something out
Got naked on Thursday, February 26, 2009
5:21 AM