Woman/Interrupted

This body writes away worries, expelling them like garbage, but they keep on coming back. Self-regenerating parasites feeding off the flesh, figuring out how to trick the system and survive. A lifelong war waged on wellbeing, surrender is never an option, even though oblivion is devilishly attractive, seductive, come-to-me-and-see-the-light-and-suffer-no-more. Little girl blue. Little girl used. Little girl bruised by too-big-fingers finding too-small-spaces. You’d never know just from looking. You’d never guess she’s tainted. You’d never ask, either.