There is a girl next door who’s quite the folly.

I’m speaking of a girl who parts her hair with razored bullets taken off of her father’s wall and fondled with such love. A girl who stays in front of the mirror for hours at a time to rip her hair and make it look just perfect. When she thinks no one is looking she’ll gently pluck her eye with sharpened, lead pencil. When she knows they are looking she’ll rub salt in her eye and pretend it doesn’t burn.

She speaks in rhymes and tongues.

She tells of the falling of the temples and the firing of the boxes.

She makes me smile when, during Chemistry, she spills the acid on her hand and stops to watch it burn.

She makes laugh when she drops some on her heart and doesn’t even wince.

Then she makes me cry like a boy at a closed circus when she writes “When fishing, one must kill its catch soon after capture. When living, one must be slow with death to make sure one knows they’re lost.”

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Happy/Merry/Joyous religiously inspired break from school. Constructive critisism welcomed. Flames eaten with chili.

Anyone get the title?