By ZoE Date: 31 October 1998
his faucet drips we are so different i am so far from being like him he says i don't look like other girls i look at the floor comparing my theighs to Mary Jane's you say i'm velvet and fragile and i keep my petals closed most of the time he says i multiply like flies against the pale shade of gray why can't he understand that all i want is his eyes fixated on me