How Beauty and the Beast really went

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I'm shivering on the ground in fear
To weak to stand
You look back at what you've done
Marked with your paws
Covered in black and blue
I can still hear you growl in my ear
Nails draw blood from my back
It collects on your claws
The blood, sadly is keeping me warm

Is this what you wanted?

Your hot breath blows on my face
Easy to see in this cold weather
Your tongue scratches like sandpaper
Your lips sting against mine like static
I can still feel your fur tickling me
Fangs sharp against my bruised skin

I can see your lips covered in my blood
Like some sort of lipstick
I sickly found it amusing
But it hurts to smile

Or is it your blood?
I wouldn't doubt

I'm starting to feel cold
Like the snow I'm laying on
My eyes still shedding tears
Even though I'm numb to the all the pain
Time feels slower now
Just like my breath

I see you leaving with a face full of regret
Even through my now blurry vision

And for that I'm glad

I fall asleep one last time
One I know where I won't wake up

Goodnight, My love.

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