I.
I want to tear off all of my skin
And escape from my body
I am in love with a person that doesn’t exist
For I cannot see his eyes
Or sense his touch
And I want to feel my skin break
And rip
And fall away from my bones
Unrefined beauty of carcass and veins
My hair is brittle and made of porcupine spikes
There is something childish about ghosts
How you won’t miss them until they are gone
Or maybe you won’t notice that they left
II.
Dead girls are skinnier
And bones are considered beautiful
Relevant or irrelevant to the last one
We feed off of each other
We are monsters
Nourished by fear
In order to make us blossom
Our petals are melting
Our stems are breaking
And our thorns are growing
Soon we will breathe deception as easily as we speak it
Allison Rainsby
Age 15, Grade 10
Packer Collegiate Institute
Gold Key