if your broken and you know it clap your hands

I have a story to tell you, about a girl named molly. who thinks it is swell to push push pins in herself.

SHe digs it in with a stab.

Until her skin breaks and she sees a little blood. She wears long sleeves too.

Just so not a single person will see her habit.

She grinds her teeth too.

Only in the shower when she washes the bad thoughts away and thinks of him

She has wildly erratic dreams of a young man she hasnt seen in years.

Thoughts of him under her as she kisses him and leaves him wanting more.

But is unsure.

Especially so when he digs at her fleshy bits where she pushed the push pins in and she winces.

and gasps.

And he thinks it is because of what his fingers is doing.

She makes out like it is.

Because really she is all too familiar that is dark and he cant see the marks anyway.

So what does it matter if he pushes the arms up.

What does it matter if he digs his fingers in.

What does it matter if she still thinks of him?

After all, she has moved on this Molly with this other man.

This man who sleeps in her bed. He touches her rightfully and never judged her push pin habit.

So much in fact she has stopped it. With no prodding.

This Molly.She sleeps with her Sally tonight. She thinks of the man that was in her bed last weekend. This man that made her drop her push pin habit and for him she is most grateful.

Even if she thinks of that other man from time to time.

After all, A mental mind fuck can be nice. And who really minds if it is just a dream?