Purity

"I don't want to feel things,"
Says the young girl
"Why?"
Questions the old woman
"You all feel things, and I don't want to be sad, "
The young girl pouts
"But, we feel happy too,"
The old woman persists
"No, you only hurt each other and make everyone sad, and I don't want to do that"
The young girl looks up with innocent eyes
"But, we help people too,"
The old woman responds with impure eyes
"Nope. You all want something,"
The old woman does not know what to say, how to convince
"I don't want anything,"
The girl speaks slowly
And with that,
The girl fell
She breathed heavily, as her face turned wrinkled
Her limbs decaying
A sheath of sharpened metal digging into her chest
Her eyes sparkle
She stops breathing
She is the old woman
She is dead
She doesn't feel things