Her braided hair hangs br like great black ropes. br She cracks her knuckles br twenty times per waking hour. br br br She was born with an audio br anomaly. Mozart's Requiem br blares through her skull br whenever her world quiets. br Consequently, she is addicted br to loud noises. br Birth also blessed her br with supernatural stigmata. br Her eyelids and lips are gun-metal gray. br br br In kindergarten, she mastered br the art of photosynthesis. br Every October, she sustains herself br with sunlight, water, and air. br The remainder of days, she ets br only krill and kelp. br br br Her smile is a tiny torn star. br Her voice is full of dusk and brandy. br Her heart cradles howling beauty. br Her coul, the bittersweet wisdom of pearls.