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She so readable

The way her voice carries down the hall,
Overwhelming secrets that she forces into nudity
Where they hover, uncovered and embarrassed
But she isn't

She twists a gold tube, with waxy purple
Threatening to turn her into a corpse
Her clothes are dirty for a reason, she wants them to be
intimidated
disgusted
Scared
By her disheveled nonchalance

But the thin white lines
In neat little rows up and down her arms
Ruin the effect
While Daddy buys her long shirts to hide them
And she pushes the sleeves to her elbows

When you walk down streets
Pock-marked with gum stains like a bad disease
The children on either side of you
[Already have an affinity
for a specific brand
of Marlboro]

Snide comments turn into capital letters in quotations as you
Watch your concern turn heel
And flee
While you fling a diagnosis
In their direction, it's stopped by the bone and tongue and teeth clamped
Behind a smile
And reverberates
In your jaw

That boy, that girl
They're perfect pieces of porcelain
Encasing something bitter or tasteless
Or too bold
And suddenly they're none too pretty
You're such a reflection
And you hate yourself for reading
How people are written