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[lastcake]

she lopped off all of her hair
and pierced her very own nipple
but couldn't dye her hair any darker
because she was asian

the red scribbles
on her wrists
were for decoration

and her black clothes
were only there
to hide her virginity

when her skin wrinkled
and became tissued paper
she tore it away and wore it

so that they'd hear her crinkle
and they'd watch her tear
they'd see how old she'd become

how grown up
and how drunk

with the only boy
who she thought
she could have
she made it

and reveled in their bodies
and in their adolescence

she bit herself
and bled on him
he wouldn't forget her

neither would her parents
or the ones she watched
those ones that she'd calculated
or the girl who was afraid
or the boy who was too good

them and her
and her
for them