I’ve been wanting to jump out of my skin for a while now
I scratch my nails on the chalkboard until they bleed
Blood drips from my tiara and runs down my forehead as I wear my Prom Queen sash and hold my dead flowers
They are dry, crusty, and falling apart
Like the dead coils of hair that fall when I comb my hair
I pull down on the skin below my eyes so you can see the pink and red veins on the balls
The lights are flickering. White and black. White and black.
Green. All I see is Green. Green staircase. Green railing on staircase.
Her white pale hand on the railing. Blonde. Laughing. Girl.
It’s always a girl.
Everything is green.
I’ve been waiting to jump out of my skin for a while now.