Die Mannequin

Die Mannequin

| | die mannequin.16 YEARS OLD: BAGS PACKED, GRIPPING GUITAR, GARBAGE BAG OF CLOTHES AND A KNAPSACK BULGING OF CDs, TAPES, AND BOOK UPON BOOK FILLED WITH WORDS I SCRIBBLE SOFTLY DOWN TO YOU. ... NEVER BEEN BACK. WHILE LOSING LOVELIES I'VE LOST MYSELF CRUSHED BENEATH A HAUNTED HOME AND A BREAKING SOUL. AND LIKE THE SIZE OF A HEART; BLAMED TO BLACK, BEATEN AND GAUGED, I STAGGERED AND FOUGHT, SCREAMING AND BLEEDING THROUGH YEARS OF SONGS, SHOWS, BANDS, FOES. ARMS BLED TEENAGE CHAINS AS I RATTLE AND ROAR. KICKED OUT AND MIXED UP FOR TOO LONG (SHE'S ON, SHE'S OFF) . CONGESTED WITH POiSONS OF EVERY KIND, CAROLINE MESCALINE, AND THE LOVE OF MY LI...