The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you anymore"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.
I don't know if you understand how hard it was for me to tell you any bit of the truth once I started lying. I can trace it back to the day. It was when you yelled at me for "choosing sides" and when you told me that any act of insubordination was not only a personal insult but a danger to everyone. It was the day when you made me hate myself because I loved you so much and didn't want you to hate me, too.
He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And
don't open your eyes, okay?
this is the difference between sick and saved.
the walls are pearled, and i am one shade of white,
wearing scarves made of washcloth and paper.
my eyelids are tiny butterflies,
quick, pale, and new. i see things
that evaporate as soon as i recognise them:
jaguars prowling from the depths of the water,
climbing from the drain with dripping pelts.
their spines ripple,
shoulderblades sinking and rising
like gentle breath, like sad sunsets.
when they look to me, i become one of them,
i breathe in as they do, taking in a breath
In my dream they stuck needles in my arm. They were trying to put me under so they could cut me open and find what was wrong with me. And I feel like a tower of paper cards sometimes, but they couldn't see that. They stuck needles with blue IVs into my arms and I laughed as my veins bulged and stood out of my skin. I felt my mind slipping, but they couldn't make me go to sleep. I laughed as my arm bruised and lost feeling. I laughed because hysteria is so close to my skin. I want to run away again, I want to turn myself off and sink into the easy pattern of surviving.
I can only wri
EXT. NARROW TOWN HOUSE, FREEPORT AT SUNSET
An old lemon pulls into the the driveway of a rundown townhouse, number 420. It is sunset and there is loud music playing in the background. There are people outside, down the street, doing something sketchy. The people eye the car and continue what they are doing.
CAM is inside the car, listening to the end of Baba O'Riley while smoking out the window. She has the logo of a video game store on her tee-shirt, which is beneath a heavy jacket. She's squinting at the sun every so often and finally pulling out the key when the song ends.
INT. LIVING ROOM & KITCHEN
The living room is very dark, all cu
TRANSITION:
EXT. FREEPORT HIGH SCHOOL-NOON
INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM
A man is at the front of the classroom, writing a Physics formula on the board. Most students seem to be paying attention and scribbling down notes as he lectures them, but NICOLE and CAM are not. CAM is sitting in the back of the room, center row, with a hood covering her sleeping face. NICOLE is doodling on a piece of paper to the right of FLORA, who is sitting in front of CAM, writing notes rapidly.
NICOLE folds the paper and passes it to FLORA. FLORA finishes the sentence she is writing and opens the note. FLORA giggles as she reads it, but nervously. She doesn't n
FADE TO:
FLORA, now a teenager, has her face cupped in her hands and is staring out into space. It is dark but different color lights are flashing every which way and the dance music with a heavy bass is playing. FLORA has light brown, almost blonde hair styled nicely and is wearing a RED dress. There is a RED flower on her table. NICOLE is calling her name repeatedly, and FLORA looks up at the girl sitting across the booth as she wakes up from her daydream. NICOLE rolls her eyes.
NICOLE
Flora, are you even, like, paying attention? That guy was totally checking you out!
NICOLE points to a pair of guys who are looking over at FLORA and NIC