she’s very vain. proud, and very, very vain. at least that’s what they say. how ironic! she has zero self-esteem and is convinced she is totally unworthy of anything. it’s really not “vanity,” but her obsession with her weight, and her appearance. she’s brushing her hair in front of the mirror in her locker…brushing HARD […]
Category: poetry
pure
Hypnotic rain is falling in sheaths of quiet intensity…I feel the rain inside me, falling, pulsating, pooling in my head. Clotting like blood, raindrops collect and slide down my bare arm on this dark afternoon.