A third teen was seen by the side of the road hitchhiking,
fleeing her family's financial blues.
While she stood there, wrestling with sadness, a very rich demon offered her a ride.
He then tracked her back to her parents, whom he called,
asking to date their underage daughter.
Her mother wasn't buying it.
"Over our dead bodies."
Slamming down the phone, mother and daughter were alone. Daughter running to her breast,
this mother gave her teen a nest,
even as everything around her seemed to be falling apart.
Imagine three - mother, pedophile, me.
There is likely to be thousands
of such trinities.
Imagine a darkened room,
where every third teen faces a self-portrait with an animal predator superimposed.
Mothers barge in.
With their daughters, they rip the images to shreds.
Thread them on strings.
Use them to decorate things, like shrines.