I.
Two women leaning their...

Hurry up.
They're here...

This isn't a painting.
Don't prance around with...

Under that white skirt and
light smirk...

The massacre was committed too early this morning,
maybe at 3am...

Pack a bag of essentials,
a bottle of water, a whistle...

I wish my skin was a couple of
shades whiter, so you could sympathize...

One day I'll wake up from
a deep sound sleep, stretch in my bed...

Are you scared? Because I'm not.
Not anymore...

I'm sorry that I'm deceitful,
that I look just fine, except I'm not...