on his back he lied unmoving
     deep in thought, a pathetic brooding
a sad ***** cat, he lacked arms and legs
     with his eyes he silently begs
but despite a desperate wish to die
    the current brought him to this place to lie
and stare into the dark night sky
    and ask the burning question
why?

I imagine myself using the tips of elegant fingers
to find the place where my hair parts,
digging my long delicate nails into my scalp,
right through to the skull.

I imagine myself peeling away my scalp,
complete with perfect golden locks
in the same manner that one may peel away
the skin of an orange
and embracing the searing pain
as my skin loosens its grip on my skull,
and later, the bones of my porcelain face.

I imagine myself tugging at my pale skin
until I can hold the once angelic face in front of me
as though it were a mask
so I can see its dimpled smile,
without having to look in a mirror.

I imagine myself taking that enchanting mask
and dropping it to the floor,
discarding it the same way a child
would discard another broken toy
that it had finished playing with.

i hacked her account
i am the ninja of ninja's