the devil in disguise:

disaster damsel:

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           she refuses to look at him.
             avoidant eyes dare not;
            ire would rip through her throat
            & tears would begin again.

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“hey…" no response. "hey.

look at me.” with a gentle

hand, he turns her around.

noticing the glassy eyes, he 

sighs.

-

"don’t you know

what i am…? don’t you

understand, sweet miranda…? 

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                      ❝no, i..
                 i don’t get it.❞
                  she’s numb,
              so numb she didn’t
            even feel his hand on
              her bare shoulder.

                ❝what are you?❞