La incorcondia visita de la Sra. Muerte

There is a girl in my window. This girl is looking at the floor. In the floor, i lay. There, laying, staring the lightbulb, and the blue eyes of this girl are like the ash, the ash of the burning sea. I'm lost in their blue blazing, sparkling, funny, smellie eyes. When i traid to lift me up, a choking force stroke my heart. And now, the girl said, come closer, come closer. And she is coming closer, too near to my body. She moves her face, up and down. We are face to face, and i can smell his breath, strawberries and cupcakes. I said, please, help me, i can't move, please. The eye. The eye is now staring at me, across my mind, squeezing a feeling inside of me.
Please, leave me now.