Title 8

A story about everything you've ever said to me.

There once was a girl. She was perfect.

Her world was ugly. Sharp metal was everywhere, and everyone was always hidden in bandages.

This perfect girl looked at all this and said she would fix it.

She walked in city streets with pretty red shoes. In a polkadot red dress. The metal would dig into her shoulders, legs, and torso.

Being perfect, the blood only ever hit the dots.

The people were jealous of this girl. Her face was clear of scars. Some were covered in so many bandages and lost limbs. They were staring at the girl with that rage only envy can suffocate you with.

The girl had thought her existence would bring hope. She couldn't help everyone, but she could try to make people see how much was still possible.

They called her existence unfair.