Snow fell, igniting her alabaster skin and

Snow fell, igniting her alabaster skin and coal black eyes with a fire unseen since our kiss. The trouble beneath faded away as her tongue caught a snowflake. Winter loved her as I

saw her burst into flames. She was made of pure sodium and when the water molecules hit her, her head lit up like a roman candle. I pointed her at the School Bus, now it was

Show Time! The busriding bandmembers blared out a Souza-like march at the sight! The sodium girl was forever taunted thereafter as the "Morton's Salt Girl"

Once, we went to visit her to get her for an early morning road trip. We woke her up; she had overslept. So we watched TV while she got ready. After a few minutes, she

began to sing in the shower. She did a mean Henry Rollins when covered in suds. At Halloween she covered herself with El Marko pseudotattoos and shouted at the top of her lungs.

It was her way of escaping from her mundane existence as a quality assurance operative for a paper clip company. She'd ended up taking a job there after

the fiasco at Lehman Brothers. It wasn't her fault! She thought paper clips would be give her the attachment she craved. But it wasn't enough. She needed the excitement of

sticky tape with its intoxicating glue and heart stopping plastic. if only she could wrap her self in its warm embrace and indulger herself with

just a few quick huffs of Elmer's finest. But she knew in heart that was a road that would lead to