28 April 2012
"Who are you?" she asks,
And Marcus just smiles.
A girl has not spoken to
Him for a while.
"You're pretty," he says, gazing at her small face.
At her eyes, so blue
And her skin, pale as lace.
He watches with awe,
As tears fill her eyes.
"Shut up," she whispers.
"I don't want to hear lies."
"But they're not!" he exclaims,
And she stands up with a cry:
"I'll be much prettier
When I've made myself die!"
The Girl With Those *Eyes* (P8) • Opuss № I