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Afraid. The words didn’t register. She was angry. There was beauty in the terror. Eyes lucid drawn white back swept rolling.

What did you do?

She’s coming.

Hair like a banshee perfectly sprayed.

Heart a mirage, splayed. like a dying vulture on the floor.

Each beat a flap. Each wing a trap. Making you believe

there’s something sinister. something broken. something..

Your heart made hers up in your mind.

evil innocence draws you in. There’s nothing you have to suck dry.

What are you doing?

vampire without hunger. You. the parasite feeding on the space where nothing is.

The horror is the empty, vesseless grasp. there’s nothing

to latch onto.