“I just cranked it up and started dancing,” Lenz said.
So there's this girl, a tall girl, with eyes like honeycomb and jasmine Sometimes she blows cigarette smoke in your face in the break room, and you call that love Not because it is, but because you want it to be Because you're so goddamned lonely, so goddamned unable to handle the ocean roar in your ears when you're alone You tell yourself that the ash in your lungs is as good as a kiss goodnight, and you write poems about the smoke tendrils whispering off her lips How beautiful they are, how like the aching arms of god you always wanted them to be One night, you're tired, so very tired Your eyes as heavy as water You forget where you are, in the break room at a Walmart at in the morning and you leave your notebook unattended on the table, left out for anyone in the world to see One of your coworkers picks it up and reads the poems you wrote about the girl with honeycomb and jasmine in her eyes And you panic when you realize what just happened And you panic when you realize what just happened because the boy who picked up your notebook, he's a cruel boy With eyes like shotguns and razorwire He buys you razorblades on your birthday so you can do the job right next time, you fucking freak And you can't believe that you aren't one Can't believe you deserve to be anything Some days you don't even try to hide the angry marks on your arm, like your skin is a test where you got every question wrong One night, there's a boxcutter with a brand new blade, a stack of cardboard boxes begging to feel its tooth You dig in but something's wrong, the fiber's too gnarled and you can't seem to cut clean.
You push, hard as you can feel the stiff tangle of glue give way, and there's blood on the floor, the blade half an inch in your wrist, but you don't feel it The shift manager is in your ear, angry because he has to take you to the hospital and there's a janitor who'll forever hold it against you for staining his clean, clean floor, and there's everyone you work with and their hostile eyes glaring, knowing this was always, always coming along, that there's that cacophony, all those ghosts reminding you of your destiny for failure And there's another blade And there's a bottle of pills, a fifth of vodka, a hospital visit, two weeks of inpatient while your whole family prays for you to get better There's a doctor with blank eyes who never looks at you He’s always scribbling things on his clipboard.
Jasmine Thomas, who is the mother to a co-defendant’s child, pleaded not guilty to murder and armed robbery.
She was ordered held without bond in the Muscogee County Jail.
Scroll down for video The body cam footage taken on the night Jessica was found shows police searching the home and preparing to break through the locked closet door after Boynton had reported hearing two gunshots.
Her husband had earlier called 911 to ask for officers to be dispatched to his home saying Jessica was having suicidal thoughts.Police are investigating the circumstances around the deaths of two women who were found without vital signs at an Etobicoke apartment building on Tuesday night.Officials told CP24 that the two 18-year-old women were found in a building near Highway 427 and Burnhamthorpe Road at around 10 p.m.Cameron Boucher mentioned that a lot of the lyrics on the album dealt with themes of depression, addiction, mental illness, suicide, and ultimately recovery; if you’ve followed my own work over the years, you’ll notice some common ground here.I wrote the majority of this poem while riding a train to Chicago.Her head was resting on a pillow and police found her husband's police-issued gun underneath her body.'She's still breathing,' an officer can be heard saying. ' they tell Jessica.'She's trying to get up.' The officers managed to get her out of the closet and place her on her back.