This emptiness is getting bigger. It’s carved a hole inside of me. Every time that it’s quiet, I swear that I can hear it breathe. Recreate with surgeon’s hands a girl who cannot feel the past. Carve into existing flesh and set an angel free at last. Just tell me that you can fix it! Just say that you can fix me! “Baby I can pull the plug at any given time, and that’s how you’ll know that you are still alive.” But I don’t own this body anyway, it’s on loan and now it’s time to pay. This emptiness has slit me open and now they’re all inside of me. I look like desire to them, their faces pressed against the screen. Have your blue eyes ever seen so much blood in all their life? Have your blue eyes ever seen so much blood in just one night? Oh doctor, oh doctor, oh! No doctor, no doctor, no! The other girls all watch me, bruised blue from his surgery. They tug at their mother’s sleeve and say “someday I’ll be pretty”. Someday we’ll be pretty. The other girls all watch me, bruised blue from his surgery.