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Monsters inside your head.Fear of the unknown, I can understand that-
Fear of the creature all dressed in black.
You can make up your stories and weave terrible lies,
Screaming at nightmares behind your closed eyes,
You believe I am dangerous yet look at yourself,
You wander in here with no thought for your health.
I'm not going to hurt you I just want to show you the way,
Because little girl...
I'm here to stay.
Not Prim. (story)
I scream hysterically as I watch the blonde plaits come into view. I'm no longer sure whether the wounded howls coming from my throat are actually mine or as they sound, possessed by a demonic dog. But as she raises her head to the sky with closed eyes I fall quiet.
What have they done to her? That isn't her.
Her eyes are rimmed in earthy tones and her lashes are velvety. And then she opens her eyes. I know the look so well and I know this was all designed to hurt me. Eyes rimmed in earthy and autumn browns...velvety eyelashes. Those large eyes filled with fear that turn towards me when I fire my arrows at them in the woods. They've turned her into a deer.
How dare they?! How dare they show me what they want her fate to be by dressing her as prey. How dare they mark her as the animal I kill when I go hunting! And as realisation hits me I can no longer remain on my feet.
They've marked her as the one to be hunted.
As the countdown begins her eyes flicker towards the cornucopia where sup
A dead smile for a little while...Don't be alarmed when I tell you that this girl doesn't smile,
She hasn't for quite a very long while,
You could call me a liar when you see her lips curve in a crescent arc.
The rosy lips flashing pearly white teeth as you catch that gaze
Hidden beneath that aloof lost curl of brunette hair,
Escaped from the bun scraped most severely upon her head.
But I tell you young sir, her eyes are dead.
Look again my gentle sir; find some reflection of a hope maybe left
In that glassy stare of hazel gold,
I doubt it though; this girl is far too old,
Not in the sense of aging lines or of frowned etchings between her eyes,
Alas, perhaps those lines would be better than this,
The aged dip of her spiny neck as she stares at nothing
That would stir a lively man and yet in this small smile
You can see that inside she is quite upsettingly and most regrettably -
And quite long so.
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