Planet contained, a short story.

Do you care about big balls?
Life.
Do you care if it falls?
Planet.
Does it keep you standing tall?

She slit her wrist with a canine tooth and like ash her skin cells glistened in the sun and she blew at the hole imagining them flying into the winds of space and she licked it like mealing on the glory of the light. She wanted to feel something planetary. She spun words like gloss but this time it was like her words were spinning her out of control. Am I still a cannibal she thought smearing her dying yet living ash skin covered in warm wet blood over her fresh face? Am I always a psychopathic serial killer like they think, while im saving the people from myself? Or am i their thor, their hero? Like on my phone. But I've always known its wrong to kill myself, she laughed, reasoning away the sociopathy, and tied a band around her wound. Remembering again that she was only human not God himself.