Belle

Yes it was the 90s she was almost that grunge hippie leading to something darker eventually eventually but she still went to Ed’s and wore Gap cardigans and listened to Phil Spectre kidnappees

Sure she tore up a bible but she still only saw the edge of the pain it’s like she still believed that those Barbies came alive if she held them long enough and looked hard enough at the tiny blue dresses

Once crumpled low grade taffeta in a crumpled ball

In a peach and green – god those ugly colors they chose to make anguish and betrayal look like Leave It To Beaver – painted wood toy bin with plastic trucks now sort of smoothed out and hanging from unreasonably tiny sewn A line silhouette waist lines

At that point before one last step before the edge of the existential cliff

Before seeing the abyss on its way

Before knowing she’d have to take her shoes off so her toes could grip the rock so she wouldn’t fall off before making the choice to jump