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Jealousy touches her skin. the shutter drops. the world goes black. she feels a burning sensation.
and when the lights come back on, her flesh is charred; bleeding ash covering her arms!
well now SHE'S hallow & her SHELL echoes when you HEAR her baby's whines.
she's deveLOPED her own weaTHER, her OWN ozone & it RAINS every time...
(she opens her eyes)

She wheezes and complains how today was her birthday
nobody called; nobody came over
her friends are all OUT drinking, they must HAVE forgotten
toDAY was her birthday.

Well, she SITS in the dark apartment. paper-cut HANDS, huddled in the closet.
hasn't eaTEN any of that cake. her body's losING it's cheerleading shape.
and her SHELL still echoes when she HEARS the telephone.
but it's JUST the carcass of her baby swingING. it's an honest mistake.
(she joins her baby's swing)

She wheezes and complains yesterday nobody celebrated.
nobody cared; nobody called; nobody came over.
her friends were all out drinking. they must have forgotten that....
today was her birthday.

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