Her Anatomy (Interlude 1) - Hawk House

How fragile her anatomy is, and actually with enough force applied you could

pratically split her bones into several shards like window shattered.

Her arms stay flacid from defending against antagonist fists, but she flashes a

smile as she gradually drifts into dragging a spliff and spilling her emotions.

Perhaps it was Chris from next door who violated her biology so bad she had to

learn the worst way that there was no chemistry.

She has 60 foot suicidal thoughts cause she knows she can’t define physics.

Young girl, in a concrete jungle full of terror and taradactles, its that real.

So, no longer are the flashy hand bags and black heels are on her wish list.

Her lipstick is replaced with war paint.

Cause more pain is inevitable when your labeled as eatable by these birds of

prey.

Her skirt is made out of chainmail and titanium sunglasses cover her face well.

No fake nails needed, she breathes fire or resembles an era of Samurai’s and

Empires.

Just like that osmosis takes place and the water that once fell from her eyes

is now catapulted from her lips as she spits in the face of everyone that told

her she wasn’t pretty enough, or skinny enough, or smart enough…

Enough