I Didn't Much Like It,

I Feel Like Cotton Candy: Sugar And Air. Squeeze Me And I’d Turn Into A Small Sickly Damp Wad Of Weeping Pinky-red.

Happiness Is A Garden Walled With Glass: There's No Way In Or Out.

You Aren't Sick & Unhappy Only Alive & Stuck With It.

Nevertheless, Blood Is Thicker Than Water, As Anyone Knows Who Has Tasted Both.

I Have Periods Now, Like Normal Girls; I Too Am Among The Knowing, I Too Can Sit Out Volleyball Games And Go To The Nurse's For Aspirin And Waddle Along The Halls With A Pad Like A Flattened Rabbit Tail Wadded Between My Legs, Sopping With Liver-colored Blood.