Blood dropping on the dirty floor. Walls beginning to move closer. Shadows dancing next to the old graffiti and tags. Fuck off. Lisa – I’m gonna kill ya bitch. I love you – her eyes are directed towards the pink-green chaos in front of her. Then she faints.
Wings unfolding. Climbing higher. Stopping – being rejected, being sent on a journey again.
She wakes up, the needle still hanging in her right arm. The demons of her life don’t want her to leave now. Not before Lisa has turned seventeen.
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