Did I paint myself with lilac acrylics that day?
(The voices tell me I must've.)
A pretty (little) girl watched me, somewhere inside my mind, and she was vulnerable then—how could she survive?
She diminished and left me with those horrible mouths wrapping around my skull.
(They tell me my purple hues made her die.)
Little girl, I've forgotten your name, but it is very lonely here without you.