In the corner of the room
Sits a boy upon a stool...

Streaking dark across my face
Down my back...

In my chair, leaning back
Thinking of all the things I lack...

IT creeps inside...
...And then lies dormant...

The breath of the trees runs through my lungs
The silence of the wood strengthens my bones...

I sit there
Watching the world go by in a blink of an eye...

Vegetable oil slides down the sides of the bottle.
As dripping, sickening thuds cling to the sides...

"Hey beautiful," he said
I asked if he was talking to me...

Snip.
It went so quickly and left me with a mind of...

Water
Drags me down...

I can do many things
I can eat...

I look down at myself
Lying on the floor...