he could drown in her eyes
a kaleidoscope of colors
there is no beauty without some strangeness
did a poet say that?
she is breathtaking strangeness from the frizzles of her hair to her changing eyes and combat boots
he sits across from her and for the first time in weeks his hands stop shaking
she asks him questions and he lies
why were we a match
he asks
she smiles
why did you go to that sight in the first place
what were you hoping to find
He fingers the broad black band of his watch before answering
someone who would understand
her smile is a revelation
he could live like this if the voices would let him
will they ever stop demanding
kill
hurt
take their eyes and fingers
you know you enjoy it
he watches her silently
will you save me?
or will you end up like the rest?
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a writer and a serial killer ✔
RomanceA writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi
