LILY Finn. She made her bed. We need to go. She’s the home wrecker. She knew he was married. FINN Yeah… LILY We need to go. FINN Yeah…yeah we do.
The pyramid filled with eyes has turned aside. Cannons shot off the chains the earth has arched its molten core to run free on salted sand to have hair dancing with the wind to scream out with tears. Wandering only to the scent of an undiscovered spine that sees the silver lining of an almost closed door sticking her feet in the ultraviolet rays. Break. Fluorescent flavored lights in her eyes tube through her chest 38
Idyllwild Arts Academy Student Literature/Art Magazine 2009-10