break

she felt the bones in her tiny hand over and over again, silently wondering how much pressure it would take to break them. she wondered if everyone was this sadistic. if they weighed 100 pounds, would they wonder too. was she really that different?
she loved just like everyone else.
or did she.
she knew how to reel them in. how to sigh, to move her legs, how to slit her eyes and pull on their trousers at just the right time. to let out a breath in their ear. they'd like that.
is this normal?
was she a monster?
the world suddenly felt icy cold to her, feeling that love was just as fleeting and breakable as the tiny bone in her little pinky finger.
again, she wondered just for the hell of it, how much it would take to break her.