she scrapes herself off of the floor. it's evening. sky, radioactive blue. mind, cloudy. she sits in front of the screen, scraped & half-cut, chopping off little bits of herself & placing them into a little white box. a finger, an ear, a necklace, a cranberry-colored toe-nail.
she sits & waits for something - anything. she sits & waits, just like she always has.
she clicks a button. closes a box. puts on her coat, & exits stage left.
