and you find yourself here. wrapped up in every kind of junk like it's the year's new clothes. every now and then the rap on your head is that low quiet voice saying, this isn't real, it all means nothing.

how did you get here? was it all the little pushes and shoves swept up here and there, throughout the years? did it get to the point you were hanging on one thin thread? armpits damp, beads of sweat silently crying down... tucking and hiding every ounce of yourself 'til it all drove them home? shutting your seeing, letting the wall fall down?

you're in the meat grinder. you're thin tubes of red and fat. but the hands, they'll still shape you, will still dress you up to presentable. they'll slather on the good taste, clothe you in the acceptable. take you for a ride down slippery's way, and take all of the good out of you,get thrown out with bacteria...

you're eaten whole girl. bones and all.
marrow dry.