Deep crosses engrave her palms and grungy black ink stains
her eyes. Skin whiter than milk decorated by stars and her lips speak sorrow
but they look like a daydream. Tan waves touch her shoulders and slowly they
curl, she straightens them slowly with the tips of her fingers. Long nails
scratch at her skin as she feels stuck and must relive her confinement. Blood
trickles down her mouth and her sinister smile sneers at me, I gasp for air.
Suffocating me with her deadly tread, slow and steady I turn to face her. Eyes
fall onto mine like dwindling rose petals and she stares at me. Lust? Maybe
that is what her eyes yearn for, but why does her smile look so weary? As I
think of what she is thinking she leans forward and rips into my chest. Ruby
rivers spit out of me and I feel deceived. She has ripped out my heart, and I
fall to my knees. I look up at her moon lit face and watch her take a bite. As
if she was being watched she slowly smirks and daintily chews of a piece. My
eyes shutter and the last thing I see flash before my eyes is her eyes. Her
dead pan black rose eyes that cut into me like a sword.
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