Stars

The style of her generation, her hair shaved underneath, yet grown an inch too long. Her loud almost fake sounding childlike laughter makes you wonder if she is of sound mind. The acne covering her face speaks of youth as her crinkled hazel eyes are deep pools of experiences. She is weary as her companion speaks of her reward at the end of her task. She stands to walk past and all one is drawn to are her legs. Not that they are beautiful, but the sores meticulously placed on them. Each one creating a star of rubbed blood from the center which causes you to wonder if she has been sleeping with mosquitos or if she is really that itchy. How does one so young become so incensed in her need that she no longer sees the outside of herself and what it portrays? Is her mind which seems coherent really there?

Then as you watch her approach a staircase, she must hold both rails, one step with both feet before the next. Again the youth emerges. Her only words are, “k-pin and vodka. Gets me every time.” Again with the child like giggles as you realize finally that she isn’t in control of anything. The drug is.