NOTHING IS REAL by Allyson Seconds |
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GOTH BARBIE
by A.J. Huffman is tired of being forced to play dress up in frilly little skirts and rainbow colored tube tops. She overdosed on pink, came to and ran for the nearest Sharpie. It took four to kill the nightmare blonde of her hair, and one fine-tip one to complete her new tattoo that screams my name does not mean stupid across her neck. That poseur Ken thinks it's hot. But she carries a switchblade now. He's keeping his distance. An old safety pin contributed all sorts of new piercings to her face and ears mostly. Her body plastic was too hard for anything more . . . controversial. She'll never pass inspection at the airport metal detectors. She'll have to skip vacation, which is fine with her. She prefers her skin in whiter shades of pale. And Calypso music makes her want to vomit. She finally moved out of the Dream House and into a studio apartment over a mechanic's shop. She bought a crotch rocket. Started painting everything black. She scoured thrift shops for new used clothes, all 80's retro t's and ripped jeans, and almost lost her mind when she realized her feet were ruined. Permanently disformed. She caved in and bought high-heeled combat boots. Fuckers! Now she sits for hours in her half-way house styled bedroom. In front of the mirror she convinces herself: They will not beat me. I will find a way to scrub this simple stamped smile off my face! |
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