and then he smiled.
blood, dripping from the blade he once held.
the saturate puddle forming
on the glass floor,
where a once talkative and gentle woman stood.
she gurgled with intense eyes,
trying to scream her worthless cries.
he could only laugh that wicked sneer
while he riddled fascination over his first.
the question never came subtle,
only burst of post hypnotic suggestions
corroded...
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