Crank (Crank 1)

And in that righteous moment, complete

clarity. Bree was not an invention,

not a stranger.

Bree was the essence of me.

Whether That’s Good or Bad

I can’t say. I just know it’s true.

Bree opens doors

Kristina wouldn’t dare

knock on,

like that cute lifeguard’s—

not to mention Adam’s,

even if that one had recently

slammed in her face.

But Bree insists on having

things all her way.

So when Trent and Sarah

came trucking up,

bickering and tittering

and doing all those little

cutesy friend-type things,

Kristina never minded.

Bree wanted to tell them

to shut the hell up, go

away. Let her play.

For a while,

without the monster

whispering sweet

and terrible

nothings,

Kristina was still in charge.