snow

coldness over darkness. she came over to give me some flowers and milk. she said it would be okay for me to drink the milk. she skips off with her brown paper bag.

what does she want? she bothers me. her voice, it's disgusting. her hair is smothering me. her face, atrocious. speak or she will surely kill you. she murders in numbers and with stones. break her into small pieces so that i can swallow her. she hates me. i can feel it. it is eating away at my skull. what does she want?