| VI. Star's feelings have dulled. Like her rusted razor, like her sea shell eyes. She is supposed to be happy now. Mended. Fixed. Jimmy-rigged. Healed like a broken arm. Satisfactin guaranteed in one month or your money back. Where have tears gone? Where is the relation. Naught. Has it really come down to chemistry. Magic potions. Placebos. Take one a day. Yellow. Pink. One month. Free trial. Come back and see me soon. If you're not safe, call me. Call. In the hospital you'll be safe. In a padded room. In a cast. Like a broken arm. That's all. It's just broken. Your soul, your tears, healed like a crushed bone. Can you hear the gears grinding? V. back to main page |