What She Had Learned

She took
her hair brush
and popped herself
on the butt
to see
how it felt
and then, looking
at the shape,
had other ideas...

Those things
that had served
her well
had become
for her
her weapons
of choice
in her fight
to join
her life
and her feelings.

Food a weapon.
Her body.
Her hair.
Her rules.

The ability
to make a decision.

She combed
her hair out,
leaned back
and began
to stroke herself
with the tip.

She inserted it
and began to repeat,
"Pretty Baby."

After a lengthy
session
of combing
and cumming,
her face reflecting
the glisten
of a pool of crystal,
she resumed
her looking
into the mirror,
having assumed control
over another edge
on the cubit
reach
of her life.

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