he walks outside
in the greyblue early dawn
he can't stop yawning
every star is out
and the smog of the city has lifted
a dark star studded world
as soon as he is out of sight of the house he runs
he runs untill he's to tired to think
to tired to breath
and for the first time in days he lets the facade slip
the monster is back
he twists his new claws
smiles
its time to go hunting
before she wakes up and notices
he'll be back
and he'll keep feeding her those
tiny
tiny moments of off vulnerability
untill she thinks she knows him
because that's the only way to keep her from seeing the monster
if she saw the extent if the damage
red cracked darkness mind splitting and fresh
she would run
and he's starting to realize
he needs her
to keep his second life alive
if she goes
the beast will be all that's left
he's starting to see the truth
he's given his heart away without realizing it
and that
terrifies him
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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
