something different. enjoy it xx
it’s only a first degree burn / it still hurts.
one degree / my skin is peeling
one degree, out of three / I AM IN PAIN.
it’s meant to hurt / can you help?
silence. you won’t help will you? that’s fine.
that’s fine.
There are 206 bones in the adult human body. Human babies are born with close to 300 bones, most of them made of softer cartilage. Between 17 and 25 years, normal growth stops. The development and union of separate bone parts is complete.
i’m 26 / i know.
you’ve stopped growing? / i’m only 16.
i’m only 16.
Time doesn't exist in a physical form, but space time does. Time cannot be quantified, it is rather a measure that makes life easier.
how many months has it been?
there are 30 days in a month and in a lot of months there is 0 of you.
time isn’t real / don’t.
how is your burn? / please.
has it scarred?
has it scarred?
did the skin crawl over it, dissolve it, absorb it, love it, nurse it, fuck it, tear it apart, devour it, finish it, end it, END YOU? are you finished?
cause of death first degree burn?
you - / i think my bones have fused now.
it doesn’t ache when i walk. my little ribs aren’t so little and painful. i can’t fold myself into a box anymore. i think you should rip me open and count my bones and perfectly count 206 because maybe everything changes but maybe that means nothing changes.
silence. will you count my bones?
will you count my bones?
don’t shake your head, don’t shake your head,
i will have second and third and seventh degree burns for you for you for you.
One, Two, Three, Four
how much has changed? / not much.
are your promises the same? / my bones have fused but i am sure i am still a child.
are your promises the same? / do you think i’ll grow any taller?
twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty
you and i we are like / nothing. you make me sad. you make my skin peel.
we are like bones fusing / look at my hands, they are scarred.
we are like the union, we are / look, i cut myself.
one / i did it how you taught me.
The average human attention span is about 8 minutes. It can range from 2 seconds to over 20 minutes.
One hundred, One hundred and one, One hundred and two.
i need to pay more attention / to me
to the news / me?
i was on the news once / for a murder trial? rape? assault?
they interviewed me / did they ask how to be horrible? how to ruin a young girl?
they asked about the cost of living crisis / are you struggling to get by? can’t afford things? can’t afford to leave me alone?
i’ve got a lot of savings / i am still a child.
you are still a pathetic child. because you never change. you keep digging up the same wounds and wonder why you scar because you are naive and hapless. Sit on my bed and cry and shake but don’t expect to shake the dirt off your skin; try and carve yourself into something beautiful, try and carve yourself into something i can love, try and reach up into yourself and drag me out but i’ll shriek and yell and tear you in half on my way out.
silence. / will i grow any taller?
silence. / i burnt myself again.
i burnt myself again and it doesn’t hurt this time and shit i’m scared. i’m not a child like that. i’m not your child and you’re not my father because that can’t make sense because you tore my skin off and reached up inside me and tore out a few of my bones. i burnt myself and the skin is hardening and i don’t have any money but i’ll beg you on my knees (again) if i have to for sanitary towels or something something something.
One hundred and sixty four, One hundred and sixty five, One hundred and sixty six, One hundred and sixty seven.
The average human attention span is reportedly less than that of a goldfish. Sources vary and the scientific backing is strenuous. Attention spans can be as low as 2 seconds.
i won’t wait / what?
i won’t wait / for what?
i read a paper the other day / 206 bones, please finish counting.
the paper was about love as addiction / there’s only a few left and i’m missing some and it can’t take too long
why haven’t you / apologised?
yes. when did you say i’m sorry? / when i died for you.
you’re sat in my bed / i died for you. i am a child and i die for you everyday.
get off my bed / please finish counting
get in my bed or get out / will finish counting?
please don’t shake your head. please don’t shake your head.
Two hundred, Two hundred and one, Two hundred and two, Two hundred and three, Two hundred and four.
a flower by a headstone and bloodied fingernails. you will definitely be in the news again now; with all the bones you took from my body and all the skin you charred. striking matches on your headstone, your voice can’t ring in my ears anymore, i have cut them off. there’s not a lot of skin left anywhere on my body, but i’ll burn whatever’s left in memory of you. the burns will be second degree, and i won’t complain, not even to your grave, about my skin peeling.
my bones have finished fusing. i am five foot and ten point three four inches and i won’t grow anymore. i am 26 now. you were 26 once.
26 with charred skin and sorry eyes / i ate your eyes. ripped them out of your skull and ate them.
i’m - / no you aren’t.
yes i am - / not. i scattered your limbs across the home counties and made sure even your mother wouldn’t find them.
you never liked her / you never liked me.
i didn’t know / yes you did.
how could i know? / because you did. because i told you. because i was a child and i died for you.
i’m dead now / are you?
are you?
Two hundred and five.
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