it's just a scratch

fear not. I am not all fat, blue, trembling lips. part of me is actually blushing;selfishly pink. I am at times, like I was when I was a girl: all scrapes, all teeth, roaring. do you remember me this way? of course you don't. you never remember anything even though you were there. Now the girlish part of me is hoping what I've said makes you so uncomfortable, that you itch in only inconvenient places, and your nails lack the fortitude to scratch.