I stole the words from her throat the ideas of a far more brilliant far more innocent far more gentle
mind -- the shattered memory. The polite inquiry of someone with a recollection of broken glass, gathering the shards in hope of recalling that passing
brilliance--something she's told to be; smart smart nice smart nerdy smart gentle smart violently capable smart tearing at the seams smart not knowing who she is besides
smart--whip shot fast got through high school but but what now, she just justifies jammed memories with things she used to do.
The idea of a past self being far greater than who one is today.