Words that poison as they strike coil around the head of a lonely girl. They tighten their hold and cut off rational thought. Tears slide down cubby cheeks, drip to the ground. Sadness runs dry and parched rage burns red. Blood spilling out from a self-inflicted wound created to get the anger out. The knife bites, a single silver fang plunging into ivory skin. It does not judge or forgive, just carries out a punishment that scars won't soon forget.
She repeats the insults, again and again they churn within her mind. They leak hatred all over her clean, pretty soul. She was so full of hope, of life, of love. Words shot out of lips shaped like guns and broke the wings of her, a pure white dove. A lighter burns away all the dirty names, riddling her arms with brown and red; a connect the dots of shame. They make her new again.
She shuts her eyes to block out the beatings. Day after day, slammed into lockers, her heart grows callouses against the pain. She closes her ears to the names. The whispers of slut, and whore, and fag wait for her on her doorstep. A pill swallowed erases it all. She spirals downwards, a tornado destroying everything in its path. The good and the bad swept up and thrown down. Beyond helping.
She grabs the gun.