SHE BROKE HER NECK AND FUTURE, WITHOUT  TRUCE, AND IT WASN'T TRUTHLY TRUFFLE CHOCOLATE ON IT. SHE SIT IN FRONT OF THE TV WITHOUT MATTER, TO THROW TOWARDS A BUTTON NEURONES OF EMOTIONAL AIDS AND SELL WHO LOVED HER TO GET ALONG ANOTHER DAY. SHE LIVED IN AN ERROR AND THE ERROR CONSUMED HER, SHE JUMPED OVER THE WINDOW TO LISTEN WHAT WAS THE FUCKING FIFTH FLOOR NEIGHBOUR SAYING, SHE LET HER HEART WENT DEEP DOWN THE TOILET AND SHE KIDNAPPED THE SUN AND THE MOON TO KNOW HOW THEY TASTED WITH CANDY. SHE PRIZED THE BITTER PRIZE OF WIN: THERE MUST BE A LOSER. SHE BELIEVED IN HER EYE, SHE WAS HANGED IN NOWHERE, SHE SMASHED BOULDERS FULL OF INDIFFERENCE AND APATHY WITH BOTH HANDS WHILE HER EGO WAS THE LAST THING WHICH SHE MADE A COMPLETE CROSS SECTION. SHE STUDIED NOTHING FROM A BOTTOMLESS BOTTLE. SHE DIDN'T LOOK AT THE SKY BECAUSE SHE WAS AFRAID OF IT AND HER PRAYERS HAD NO MEANING AMONG THE LIQUID AIR OF HER LIQUID BRAIN. SHE HATED PHOTOS AND SHE POSED WITH BITTER YELLOW DAISIES. ALWAYS DAISY. SHE PLAYED WITH SAND IN THE BEACH OF HER ENTRAILS AND SHE WROTE HER POEMS WITH A RAZOR IN THE SKIN OF HER NAKED SHOULDERS IN AN ETERNAL DREAM OF A TEDIOUS AND NEVERENDING SUMMER. SHE SANK EVERY PERFECTION IN FORGOTTEN PLACES WHERE SHE COULDN'T BE FOUND. SHE HAD A  MORTGAGE BETWEEN HER LEGS A DEAD DOG AN OLD STEREO A RIBBON A LIGHTER A HEADACHE A STONE A TELEPHONE WITHOUT LINE A FEAR A SWEET A CORPSE AND A SONG. SHE SOMETIMES THOUGHT ABOUT BROKEN HEARTS, WHERE DID THE BROKEN HEARTS GO? THE SAME HEARTS THAT SOMEONE DREW ON A TREE. SHE MAY LIKED PEANUTS. SHE READ SOMETHING WITTY BUT SHE FORGOT ALL AND ATE THE LAST PARAGRAPHS WITHOUT A BLINK. SHE NEVER SAID NOTHING TO SIBLINGS. THERE WERE NO APOLOGIES FOR HER. SHE HAD A NUCLEAR MEMORY. SHE SQUEEZED THE WHITE SILVERED MOON. THE PIECES FELL INSIDE A PUDDLE. SHE CARRIED THEM IN A TINY DRESS, INSIDE HER BODY. THE BONES DIDN'T TRY TO COMMIT SUICIDE. MAYBE THERE WASN'T A WORLD.