Hi little dead girl, what’s your name? Oh but you can’t speak, have you lost your tongue in this silly little game? Why do you sit there, with that little smile on your face? Is there anything to be smiling about, in this sick excuse of a place. Your fingers are tracing the air, remembering your story. You look away in disgust, as things get too gory. Take your hair out your eyes, your eyes painted black. They used to be so pretty and blue, before the axe came down with a deathly ‘ack’.
She was crying her soul, wailing with the wind. Her limbs were all wrong, her sight was blind from all she had sinned. Her eyes were dark red, boiling with blood. She looked down at her body, covered in rubble and mud. The girl’s lover was dead, died in a car accident that day. She held his hand until he was gone, then she sat there and tried to pray. Nothing could fix her, she just wasn’t right. The last time she said his name, she jumped off a cliff and out of sight.