Loneliness

leave a comment if you know what I mean

Whose side am I on

I saw Hank today at his office job. They keep him in a room by himself since he's not a human being. I caught him crying over a papercut. He cut his finger on an important document. Afterwards it took all his strength to file the document in its appropriate location. I happened to be passing by his window and I saw it all happen. Then all I wanted to do is give him a big kiss on his ugly plastic cheek.

...maybe I'm not cut out for this job.

Hank

I met my nemesis today for the first time. Since I am an antihero I wasn't sure I had one, but as it turns out he is much bigger than me and his skin is plastic. His face looks like a happy family that got run over by a drunk driver. When he drools he apologizes, but then he punches you in the neck with his giant paw, which makes an uncomfortable plastic sound like sitting on a new mattress. And it hurts like being called a name. I tried to burn holes in him but it smelled disgusting and the fumes made my belly ache! I was yelling for Mom and reaching for the gun I never had! But I guess I should have known this would happen sooner or later.

I need a sidekick now more than ever! I'm still taking applications!

cigaretteburngirl@gmail.com

Some Poems About Wounds

Wound Explanation #2

The octopus in the park was different.

It was pink as a sucked thumb

And it was no good.

In the park the octopus was inevitable.

It stretched out and gave up.

I tapped its shoulder, I called its name.

I screamed “ugly” and it was still.

I was also no good.

But the octopus in the park was different.

I dropped my book on its back and left it

There forever.

Picture Diary

I Never Thought My Chest... These Things Happen

Another letter.

Dear Cigarette Burn Girl,

Today I lost almost all of my blood. It seemed like that. I looked under my shirt and the blood was waiting, and when it came out i thought it was the end of everything. My belly button had a red bubble on it! I thought someone was playing a trick on me but then the blood would not stop. I came back with the bleach later but i am afraid the bathroom will never look the same. In the ambulance I laughed a lot. But what if it happens again?

Help me forever,
Lindsay

p.s. over and over and over

Prayers

Today I received a letter from a woman named Cecille Carter and it said the following:

Dear Cigarette Burn Girl,

I bruise so easily now, someone tapped me on the shoulder in line today, and it left a purple circle, how was i to explain? Just yesterday my husband dipped a sleeve of his favorite pink sweater in the mud. Our son was caught swallowing helium out of balloons at his sister's wedding! She married the wrong one, he killed a man for the car he drives, though i must admit that riding in it is the only time I am not thinking about drinking a poisonous fluid. The dog has an itch that won't go away. I have been waiting for a cigarette burn to explain it all. Where are you?

Best Wishes,
Cecille

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