Ara HawkinsAmelia on the MountainI can see the warning label on my walls... "contains formaldehyde." Having a bedroom in a trailer is like living in a slow moving vehicle. The sun only shines here because it doesn't have a choice. Elmer lives across the street in a box just like mine. He drinks his coffee with his dick in his hand. He hopes I will stay until he finishes. I spend most of the night talking to men on the internet. Telling them what I'm wearing. If I can get something from them, I send nipple shots. I don't care if I have to send pussy pics to China; no one is more desperate than a smart girl in West Virginia. I have a boyfriend. Everyone calls him Jay. He's not like the other boys here but he doesn't know that so I guess he's no different. He steals his mom's pills, sells them, spends the money on crystal. He's my escape. I hate to admit that because I think he loves me. But I can't afford to love anyone here; I'm already poor. Girls here have babies at 15, a pepsi and smoking habit at 10, and no life until death. Mark my words, that won't be me. No one wants you to get out because then they have to realize that they are in. So, I hide my hand. I got a poker face like Satan. I bury myself in a hole in my head because that's where I'm free. |