Mother Harlot
Beauty is only skin deep. On the inside, everyone is made up of the same muscle, same blood. Organs and flesh. I stare brokenly into the broken mirror in the bathroom of a broken home. Blonde hair falls awkwardly across my empty eyes, shallow and blue. I spend as much time as I can away from all this house, which never has been a home for me. Like a fucking virus, I rip the happiness out of anyone who tries to help me. My friends have no idea what happens once I leave them. Once I am alone and forced to see myself for what I really am, and not who I think I am. My name is Kenny, and my life is a series of aborted attempts at familiarity and joy.
I've been put in such an awkward position... No matter what choice I make its the wrong one. That poor redheaded boy, that silly jew. He's ruined something beautiful, something that could have lasted. I found something good and it was taken from me, just as it always is.
But something draws me back to that flame, that bright sun shining, that beacon. My eyes catch on my scars. The trail my lips, seeking out the mark where blood flowed once upon a time at a party. Where something incredible happened that must have been a dream all along, because happiness is far beyond my reach. No matter how depressing I sound, no matter how whiny I am, I miss him. I want him.
