She curled into a ball,
Her palms pressed against her head,
as if the pressure would relief the ache.
Throb,
Throb,
Throb.
"Make it stop."
She asked.
She pleaded.
She begged.
(pause)
Onto the white pristine-tiled floors,
the smell of partially digested...
chickencordebleuawildrocketsaladgarnishedwithBrieandasliceofblueberryPie,
wafted up in to the air.
Yum.
Bon Appetite mi amis.
Au revoir.
Te quiero.
Ik houd van.
Ich liebe dich.
我爱你良杰。
xxxxx kimmy.
