she struts on the stage,
bends her body to the right,
then the left,
she does a spin,
and strikes a pose
then slides into a waltz like dance
she bends over and grabs her ankles
and drags her hands up her body as she rises
her fingers grab her shirt
and she lifts it off her body
quick strikes a pose
and does a counter-clockwise spin
during which she unsnaps her bra
and works her arms until it's off
now you see her beautiful *******
bouncing free
she does a dance
and skips off stage

A man comes out in a suit and tie
"Give it up for the ladies tonight"
"You know if they were any more beautiful
we'd be accused of committing crimes.
did anybody hear about the President's trip to hannaford
he said yes, even you can afford
but that's not the worst part
his children were found playing in the alcohol isle
popping off beers and drinking them
I mean why not?
when you're the kid of the president
why would you give a ****?
now give a hand to our next lovely lady
all the way from asia
to do her dance
of fantasy
give it up for the one and only
Chi Verina Lee"

She strutted out on stage (in bra and *******)
she bent over to show her cleavage
and she grabbed her knees
she lifted her finger to her lip
and shished the audience
then she pointed out to them
and waved to come forward as she shook her ***
then she got up and turned her back to the audience
and hunched up her shoulders and looked
as if to see if anyone was watching her
she broke out into a quadruple plea-A
and bent for a sideways bow
then she moved her arms in an arch
and bent all the way down and touched the floor
she broke out into spins going the opposite way
in the midsts her bra went flying
she stopped to reveal small and perky *******
pointing toward the audience

A sliver of skin rips from myself
I take the knife from the upper shelf
Skimming the blade through each skinny hair
The blood within mixes with the purified air

Drip drop down my white pale arm
From the look of it I enjoy much harm
Able to see clearly tons of hard bone
My heart is broken like pebbles from a stone

Tears fall down my colorless face
Unable to see the light between all this black space
Chopping away the person I am
Looking like a beet red Hannaford ham

Piles of memories splatter on the floor
Agony and loss block my bedroom door
All the pain I once contained
Is hopefully finally being drained

I lay upon my comfortable bed
And picture the horror that I just bled
It's cold within these shattered walls
My happiness feels so very small

I heavily walk to the bathroom sink
The mirror is melting just like ink
I stare at the person on the other side
She's just bone with little to no pride
...
..
.

I just had to leave the library and take a walk.
Actually, I was gonna go home, but decided against it.
I figured I'd walk to Hannaford and get something to eat.
However, 3 dollars wasn't really enough to get anything.
So I had to start walking back, and got to the other sidewalk.
My goal was to try and see what there was at 7/11.
However, I saw someone walking on either side of the sidewalk.
My anxiety started to get a bit much again, and I turned around.
I decided to just go back to the library, and I did.
Luckily, as I was walking back, I noticed how much better I felt.
I left the library because there was noise in the computer room.
And there was noise around it too, and it was overwhelming me.
I was losing my focus, and since I was writing, I didn't like that.
So I gave up, and decided to just ask for someone to take me home.
Only, she didn't answer after a couple minutes, like usual.
So, as I sat and waited, I realized I had some many, and changed my mind.
I didn't want to go home, I wanted to get something to eat instead.
However, as I said, I didn't have enough money to get anything.
But now, I have a clearer mind, and I was only gone like 20 minutes.
That's why I'm writing this right now, to get my thoughts out.
You know, the thoughts I was able to get back from clearing my head.
I decided to write this down, mainly for myself, as a reminder.
I don't need to go back home, I might just need to talk a walk.
I had other things on my mind, that I can't do anything about right now.
And knowing that, along with the noise, was too much.
But after that walk, those thoughts are gone, and I feel calm again.
So now, I can get back to what I was writing before I had to log off.
And I can continue for another 38 minutes, then go home.
Alright, that was an extra post for today, because I felt like it.
I needed to write this down when the memory was still fresh.
And now, I can finish typing, and come back again tomorrow.
Alright, see you tomorrow, bye!

Reminders of you follow me.
No matter where I go.
Little pieces of you follow.
At work where you were diagnosed.
426 where you passed away.
At home,
What was also your home.
At the zoo where we took you.
To the aquarium.
Walmart, target, Hannaford.
It doesn't matter where I go,
Memories of you always follow.