Whispers carry the dreams
that were developed
in locked bathroom stalls
in tangled locks of shedding hair
in the food buried deep in trash cans
and in kisses sent across thousands of miles
that never reached the deadened insides
of another caged girl.
The girl who gleams with the tears of others
and who shimmers dully of repressed desires.
Untethered from her post
the girl glides free from the weight of secrets
that dissipate as she disappears
leaving only still remains
of forgotten girls,
pierced by their own bones.