|2,397 words/8 pages double spaced
|First person, past tense
|Unnamed NYC resident
|Girl in her late teens: rebellious and trying to find trouble, and apparently unable to die.
|No one in particular; just incidental friends
|Modern times, New York City
|A girl wonders why nothing bad has ever happened to her when she's taken so many risks. She attempts to push this farther and still is not able to cause harm to herself in any way, including feeling the effects of drugs and alcohol and risky behavior. This alienates her from her friends and she is unable to find happiness even through drinking and sex, so she attempts suicide and is somehow not able to cut her own skin. She also tries jumping off a building and lands unscathed on her feet. She briefly loses her sanity and then comes to the conclusion that she is the daughter of God. This is something that means something to her, but she still has no direction.
|Information, inspiration, and other notes
|This was just another inspired moment. I wanted to write something vulgar and blasphemous and here it is. The folks over at Poetry Jam love this piece. Beware the bad language and the insults to God. And no, this is not autobiographical either, and yes, I have actually been asked that.
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