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Demons and Nicotine ShroudsSarah the Schizophrenic says the ugly old woman who wanders vacantly down the hall is ugly because she’s filled with demons, that if Mary was a good person her skin wouldn’t be a bunch of crushed tissue paper bruised under the eye-sockets. She’d be beautiful, Sarah insists. Like you. / Well, I don’t know about that, so I take a drag on my cigarette, hold the smoke in my lungs, let it circulate around for a little while, then exhale, flick the ashes off the **** with a swift snap of my thumb. Mary doesn’t do this, I think to myself, ******* off the stick once more. She’s not the one really inhaling Hell. All she does is lie in bed all day with her nose to the wall. / That woman makes me feel ***** Sarah hisses. Half of her face is concealed in the night, the other half dipped gold in the weak porch light. She’s hideous. You’re beautiful though, honey. You’re a doll.
No ManSarah the Schizophrenic says the ugly old woman who wanders vacantly down the hall is ugly because she’s filled with demons, that if Mary was a good person her skin wouldn’t be a bunch of crushed tissue paper bruised under the eye-sockets. She’d be beautiful, Sarah insists. Like you. / Well, I don’t know about that, so I take a drag on my cigarette, hold the smoke in my lungs, let it circulate around for a little while, then exhale, flick the ashes off the **** with a swift snap of my thumb. Mary doesn’t do this, I think to myself, ******* off the stick once more. She’s not the one really inhaling Hell. All she does is lie in bed all day with her nose to the wall. / That woman makes me feel ***** Sarah hisses. Half of her face is concealed in the night, the other half dipped gold in the weak porch light. She’s hideous. You’re beautiful though, honey. You’re a doll.