STEPPING OUT

Hi Poets....

Yes this is for school...So please serious inquiries only...
What do you get from reading this poem.... I've read it several/tens/twenties...of times...and Me not much of a thinker/poet and still not find anything interesting about it...

STEPPING OUT

A young girl sits on her floor crying, something in her
heaves and empties. She is young and beautiful in that
way of young girls, awkward in her new breats

and endless legs. The night before she did some drug
with her friend and in her vague memory she remembers
them kissing, his finger fumbling under skirt,

on her thigh, trailing to the elastic band of her underwear.
She remembers his lips mostly. What she doesn't remember
is the other girl, the girl whose small intestine she ate.

The way she held it in her hand like a broken bird. The way
she dipped her head in like a lioness from a pack on Discovery
Channel. Her mother once told her that the lions

were just protecting the sleeping zebra. She made her change
the channel, but not before a lion lifted its head up, the red
rim of blood clearly visible. Now on her own lips

remember that warm skin wetting them when she chewed,
her left molar imprinted on the girl's second rib.
And now she is deciding how she can live with this.

How she might shuffle into the sunlight of a prison yard,
the way she used to enter a room like a pair of young bucks,
antlers enveloped in fuzz. The way they step out from woods

as a young girl leaves her childhood. Puberty, her first lace
dress, the timid toe put out, then hint
of a leg, then all that open lovely.

by Amy Mitchell

Any help would be greatly appreciated,
GFF