| Ritual |
| again, he leaves it's happening again her face in an angry snarl, then dissipates into an expression of hopelessness cut to scene -2- she stands in the bathroom, naked before the mirror evaluating, another use for a pretty pink toothbrush. she grasp it, knuckles white sets up a bruised foot on the toliet seat, for support, bends over she can see her face in the rippling water inside the toliet bowl no turning back now. pushes the toothbrush farther back into her throat- over and over- she watches in relief as her sins and pains leaves her body. the toilet flushes over and over- until it's all gone. Poem By: Paige Amanda |