a smile,
the expression she convinced her cheeks to maintain,
his aura
dangerously proud in the company of prying eyes.
the talons adorning homicidal paws wrapped around her soul,
a mere foreshadowing of what was to be in the middle of the moon's spotlight.
muffled voices danced around her
and his claws drew blood.
she was extinct
her skin made of clay instead of porcelain:
cold,
unmoving,
emotionless.
SCREAMING IN ANGUISH.
her cries fell upon uninterested ears
and the very existence of her
wouldn't
see
another
dawn.
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Angel Davis
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