• The flowers in my hands soon become weak and wilted. She stared into my eyes seeing me for who I was not for what I am. Her eyes seem to marvel the very being of my exhistance, defiance flashed thru out her.
    Her spine sraightend ,her skull tilted back and her mouth took on daring grin. My eyes slowly drooped and I swifly but smoothly left my dead body behind choosing the powerful wind to blow me away.