She wishes she could become a bird. It's not so she could fly away from her troubles, though that might actually be nice, or so that she could be closer to nature or some other New-Age shit.

No, Crystal Edgley wishes she could become a bird for the hollow bones.

The compulsive calorie-counting could only take her so far, after all. Now, everything counts. Even hair, even muscle, even blood.

She is trying to whittle herself away, hollow herself out, remove all the weights and pressures and anchors that are binding her to this world, keeping her human and weighing her down.

Chop! Away with the long, luxurious hair. It is now short, and an unnatural shade of red. Her mother disapproves.

She couldn't care less about what her mother thinks about her, and what she's become. She really couldn't.

In the end, she doesn't really want to become a bird. Even a bird has a body, has substance, even birds can be weighed down, even hollow bones are heavy.

No. In the end, she doesn't want to be a bird. In the end, all she wants is weightlessness. In the end, all she really wants is to be dead.


A/N: Not a lesbian pairing, this time, but at least it's Crystal... Right? XD

~Mademise Morte, April 27