Mercy

Mercy thinks about the person that has left her. The person that has simply walked right out the door. Mercy thinks about the person that she is now in love with, the person that last night said no. Mercy thinks about all the times she has been told no in her life, which is not many. When she was young someone told Mercy, told her that all she had was a pretty face, lose 15 pounds, 15 pounds was always the magic number. But, really, you don't have to worry about that, you're a girl, girls always get laid.

Mercy thinks about the first time she hung out with the person she is in love with. She remembers that the table was weirdly divided by what she said out loud to this person "its so funny, all the boys on one side and all the girls on the other" and the person said I'm not a boy, making the demarcation that struck Mercy dumb. She had nothing to say. Don't just run off at the mouth, don't just say things, Mercy, don't just say things.

The person she is in love is not in love with her and it makes her sad, Mercy is sad, why aren't you in love with me the way I am in love with you?

Mercy asks herself in the mirror. She tries on lipstick. If she is in front of the mirror, she is putting on makeup.

Mercy is at a dance party, it is late at night, this person keeps dancing up against her body, keeps rubbing close like a stitch, keeps almost touching lips, keeps almost touching lips.

There was a time that this person would kiss Mercy whenever she wanted this person to, in the middle of a bar, in the middle of a party, it didn't matter, kiss me Mercy, kiss me Mercy. Everyone always wanted to kiss Mercy at one time in her life.

This person no longer wants to kiss Mercy, this person says they are too good of friends, this person says that they just can't do that anymore, this person can't risk the friendship, because it won't just be kissing, it won't just be kissing, it will be more, you know it will be more, Mercy, you know, look at me, say something, you know it will be more, it will be more than we want it to be, we will fuck and then it will get weird and then you won't talk to me or something and whatever, don't make this weird, no, please don't make this weird.

Mercy texts Patrick #1 to silence.

Mercy texts Patrick #2 to silence.

Sometimes Mercy texts her daddy, even though her daddy's laying in the hospital bed in the dining room. Sometimes Mercy texts her daddy just to her her daddy's ringtone "You're waaay to beauuuutiful girllllss..."