Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars...

I'll curl my hair
and line my lips...

A little girl
on the floor...

Broken record
sing your song...

Hide-and-seek hearts
have a mind of their own...

I can whisper to you all my
inequities and...

A girl
on a cliff...

Cries herself to sleep
just another night...

Dear Reader
this is the last note i will write...

Stifling emotion of lips sewn together,
unable to scream, unable to bite...

You have such lovely words
tones like "beautiful" escape your lips...

**This poem is a stanza by stanza conversation...
My razor blade so small and shiny...