Kelly Lawrence

There’s a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb...

Trickles of violet wound down my neck, falling undisturbed down the spine of my neck, slipping down ridges and stopping at prominent bone. I took my hand from my hair and slipped the hospital like glove from my hand, letting it fall to the standard black bin to the side. Be someone new.

I looked towards the mirror, seeing black bags and bones and hair like a fucking flower and yeah, I think I could do that. Maybe with make-up because – make-up on a boy? And I was born for a piercings and there was a place in the city that would inject ink in you like a rag doll if you had the money and oh, dear mummy was always so gone, she wouldn’t notice.

And then society would hate me because I’m scarred and bright, I’m a thief and a liar and I’m something they don’t want.

Kelly Kelly Kelly.