she skipped sixteen, it rots her teeth. she burned her dress and ditched her dreams. a noose of pearls around her neck, the promise ring, it caused her death. she counts the stretchmarks on her legs: as many as the endless days. she's a butterfly cocooned in lace. her last thread's unraveling.
((( she is nobody's girlfriend. )))
the birthday candles on her cake had burned the witches of her age. she blew them out and made a curse, but that just made everything worse. she dug her grave and ran away. "that is no way you should behave!" no one goes back with a rose to lay, but that's ok, 'cause she escaped.