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They rolled, like oil

Droplets of water danced upon her white flesh

Skidded and swam away

Skidded and swam away

Half of her was stuck in air

The other was submerged

Water was where she was herself:,

A fish, a current, a bubble

She was a bubble.

Dandruff and flakes,

A couple of hairs down the drain—

A couple more, then thoughts rushed with vapor:

Wolverine eyes,

Canine laughs,

These were their weapons

Weapons at her step, phrases, acne or love of books.

Weapons against her friends, her choices, her beliefs.

She was going into the den;

No, she goes into the den, day in — day out

She knows they’d be hungry

She could sharpen her  knifes  but she  never believed in violence-

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                       Violence

                            Is

                           Not

                           The

 Answer she’d be looking for, she knew.

Plastic cups and leftover meat

Chilled with the departing rays

The smell of salt in her hair

The smell of too many glasses with olive pegs

Hell just raise that glass again,

Smile. Perfect.

But then to them;

An ape’s was her face,

Awkward untangled  ideals were her morals:

Strange

Jealous

Too proud

Too good at school

Too true and kind

Too nerdy

Too rich

Too many words lose value-

Adjectives, words can be redefined, reshaped and reused

Just like disposable cups

And with the water before her

Words can

Skid and swim away

Skid and swim away

Skid and swim away with the current into the vast ocean

Never seeing the face of the sun again….