A little girl with sparkling eyes,
framed by eyelashes dear...

May I have your attention, please?
What I have to say perhaps shall matter...

Little helicopter leaves,
twisting; twirling; falling down...

Sail me a ship in this bottle blue,
where the world rocks on lovely waves...

Oh, sweet powder room,
screaming in your vanity...

Muggy sky and twinkle stars
reflected off this dirty pool...

Tipsy, Topsy,
Turvy Day...

You breathe sweet hope upon my skin,
plucking my sisters one by one...

She's cryin' in her sleep,
and it's keeping me awake...

It's ok; I swear I'm fine.
I'm just talking to the dead again...

This world is so flat,
Compressed between the edges of heaven and hell...

Shh....speak not, my dear.
Your words slip too smoothly across my skin...