another silly kid who thinks they know the world

i saw a girl who carved the face of Buddha into her throat. it only killed her words and left her to speak
like something she wasn't. her words were sharp. they held an image of enlightenment. but there was something missing.
she was afraid of death. she couldn't move on. she was a carved bleeding girl writing her own scripture with her blood soaked fingers.
maybe she was right. maybe. i sat and listen. or tried to anyways. if she was right i didn't care.
i had my own carvings on my skin to worry about. and everything she spoke smelled like rotten shit anyways.
i walked away. she turned to stone. the carving moved on. she never did.