Devereaux Faux

Of Course I’d Kill for It

Everyone always complimented Lily, such beautiful eyes. But she wouldn’t take them to the grave. Green and Hazel. I couldn’t stop thinking of those eyes. Soon they would be mine. I adored and hated heterochromia. The asymmetry on a face, one eye green, one eye hazel. Yet it somehow made a face more intriguing. Same as the gray strands of hair from the brown-haired boy. I grin, now his hair will no longer grow. Same as the tongue of the woman who bragged she could eat a ghost pepper without sweating, now she will never taste or brag. They were in the back of my closet after all, soon to be joined by the eyes. I chuckle, I may one day have a whole person in my closet.