“Hmmm…” She nodded. “And this one? Please… I promise I’ll stay quiet after this one…” She said. The word was ‘autopsy’
“Do I look like a fucking dictionary kid?”
Lips purse, emerald eyes are screwed shut.
The words are spat with corpus amounts to acid,
as she mourns the lost of her own sweet evaporated imagined world.
The colourful hue of her own illusion.
She’s lost now in the monotone limits of reality.
Her minds turns sour, as she mourns the escape.
An overdrawn sign is passed over her lips,
as she speaks once more.
“It tells you the cause of death of a person;;
and I’m not psychic or anything,
but I can tell you y o u r s if you don’t shut the fuck up.”