I sit there that night, that night i lost my life.

I can still live In this still life With this still love… But you still leave.

The road was dirt, dust and grass, scattering beneath our feet. Cows grazed unaware where we walked, Involved like children with cherished toys.

Dear Doctor, I was dying. How kind of you to save me. (How kind of you to save me) Sweet little pill, My future contained in one small pill, Luminous with life giving potential.

Such a gracefull woman, full of such dignity and pride. A loss of a life on this planet that made this planet a whole.

We were going to kill ourselves. That was the idea. That was the plan.

The walk to the wooden bench at the end of the garden seemed to be getting a lot further for Megan these days. She sighed as she sat down in the welcoming shade of the gnarled old apple tree.

"Monsters aren't real." Mummy says.