Breathing deeply

tearing her

battered lungs

further

as she dances down the sidewalks

of Philly

She's the me I want to be

Clammy, bruised skin

cold and pale

under the streetlights

with rainbow eyes

and a mechanical body.

With that tube in her

stomach

and smoke coming

out of the

holes on her arms,

she is the girl

I plan on becoming.