i.

My brain is static.

ii.

Teenage girls bare their teeth;

slick wet with a hypocrite's blood.

We don't know why we are so eager to hurt,

but we do know that we enjoy it.

iii.

My last boyfriend held my head under the water;

but I developed gills and swam away from him.

He now hides upon the shoreline,

constantly surveying the waves.

Girls like me don't tolerate boys who think they're righteous.

iv.

Last night I swore I saw someone standing at my window;

watching, waiting, whispering.

My therapist says it's just another hallucination,

just another way of coping since the accident.

I don't believe them.

He was there.