


| Some days arrive full of lightning, great black and orange flashes of pain. They create emotion, I don't want to feel. Days of bodily destruction working overtime. And I feel abandoned by those who say they care. Or… I want to abandon everyone… and life itself. Some days arrive full of brown crayola girl. When she appears, I can only write or draw brown pictures. Crayola girl has no mouth to speak with. Just that wax-like body, devoid of arms and legs. Incapable of emotion. Oblivious to pain. |
| Brown Crayola Girl By Wanda Edwards |