My best friend used to whisper: “Let us lay down our lives tonight here, at the offering table let us tie our mouths shut and tape tongues to our legs! We’ll never be pure again!”
It was funny, back then when we were a bunch of chuckling preteens and would sneak into the bathroom together, pull out our pocket demons and dance around the sink as if it was a naked calf.
People say girlhood is full of glitter and carnage we would collect the heads of boys who over-talked us and we would let the blood water our throats, nourish our budding lust for revenge.
I kissed my friend’s naked areola under the blankets in my bed while we were hiding from our parents we chewed bubblegum and performed blood offerings monthly we cried in the shower at night and sang for the devil watching us in the the moon we could fall asleep safely knowing we weren’t alone.
Oh, now what will our parents say? Girl rejects god, finds self-realization Girl is full of itches, can no longer accept place in society Girl found at devil’s side, drinking absinthe and reading obscene books Girl doesn’t care what you think Girl touches herself and likes it. Girl disappoints the world, pukes all over your condescending words. Girl gains safety through deviation.
[Malicia Frost, or Henna, is a hobbyist writer and an aspiring novelist from Finland. She enjoys surrealism, sci-fi and horror, and her works often deal with mental illness. More of her works can be found at her personal blog.]