Eyes eyes what do I see. I'll value things, but the things you choose to see I'll refuse. I'll go away, on a plane. The colors will play a game. A game of forgetfulness. And I'll fly away. (I know this is coloured pencil but try with copics)
Step " all of a sudden I'm feeling sick inside, like the part of me that's three wants to come out of my eyes, only I squeeze them shut tight and bite down on my teeth ". She felt sick and she cryed and bit down on her teeth to keep her emotions in.