Jul. 15th, 2013

velouria: (dance-macabre.deviantart)
I feel pain not only in the gaping holes left by the six teeth I had pulled out to get braces in two weeks, but in my remaining teeth, my hair, and in my adjacent bones, as if they know what happened and fear a scalpel coming in and digging them out in the same manner.

Since I can't go to real goth club, I set up pseudo-goth club in my pink home office in the evenings. I light candles, burn incense, and play the industrial channel on Slacker radio whilst sipping an alcohol-free ('cause I'm sobersaurus over 3 months) 'Tropical Painkiller.' As Nine Inch Nails bumps over the speakers, I close my eyes and wonder if I, too, had hurt myself on purpose. No one had done it but me.

I wouldn't get a nose job would I? A boob job? How far would I go? Everyone had braces, right? Everyone defaced themself to get them. I start to cry into my tropical painkiller that's not doing the trick. Maybe I had made a big mistake following a herd I'd missed long ago. I felt a salty tear slip over my lip and into a wound in my mouth. But it's too late now.

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