Cover My Eyes
It's not so great knowing everything
It's 3:28 am.
My name is Florence.
Moss feels nice. It's soft and wet under my finger tips.
It's funny how you would appreciate everything more if you knew you might die in a few seconds.
My name is Florence.
I can still hear the rush of the falling water, and feel drops of it cooling my skin. It leaves little dark drops on my green shirt.
I knew that I'd probably get a cold like this but I didn't care.
"Florence!" I heard someone call.
My name is Florence.
The cold, wet, and mossy stone felt alien underneath me as I looked down at the water below.
"Florence!" They called again.
"That's my name!" I shouted back.
I felt his presence behind me. A shiver ran up my spine. In the dark, you can't see what's staring back at you.
My name is Florence.
I didn't even notice at first when i started falling. I saw everything flash in front of me.
My name is Florence,
And then.
My name is Florence.
It was like i could see everything.
My name is Florence Morgenstern, I died yesterday.
