Blue Chili

...and then she smashes the glass with the bottom of her fist, again and again, until it's in shards and there's blood everywhere and you realize she's listening to her iPod and beating her fist to some beat you can't hear and you can't stop her as she snatches up your life story and the paper fibers immediately turn into dust in her hands and evaporate into the air like dead sea scrolls.

in that instant you become unreadable to the rest of the world--

known only by one...

and she is bleeding from the most unusual places

the cartoon red drops dripping in time to a song you can't hear.

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