She was scared....Shaking in the corner....Alone with her thoughts. These thoughts are not always in the light. Sometimes they are shaded with regret and grief. Sometimes they are tarnished, little nasty feelings of what she did, and what they did to her. Her dusty bible sits in the corner; the crinkled pages fall open to some forgotten passage.... Relevant at 3:15 AM.... But lost in translation the next day. Cigarette smoke still lingers in the air from the night before. She rolls over in the morning to find ink stains covering her wrinkled sheets. The imprints of her new, skull-faced, butterfly tattoo on her shoulder, leave permanent patterns. Thought it was a good idea last night after all the pain pills and cheap beer. What a train-wreck. What clarity.... What jaded regret, with a hint of confused and convoluted lust... Just another weird day in the life of a 23 year old girl... No future to speak of, and no past to remember....