I was born with a knack for explanations.
A story. A legend. Let's give them something to write about.
You'll know who she is by the mark on her chest, in the shape of a letter that was too proud to form a word.
Was it all for show or tell?
Self- referential until the world knows my name.
Exfoliate. Slough off the dead. I take it all with a grain of salt, and now I'm begging for water.
Sealed tight.
Goodnight, it's time to go home.
