She offered herself to the big, bad wolf and didn't scream when he took the first bite.

I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closest is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them.

What do I want? The answer to that question does not exist.

Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks shooting up my thighs.

Hannah was about to burst with excitement, which would have been disgusting because she would have sprayed blood, guts and glitter in every direction.

I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me.

She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.