Icey cold surface.
Smooth as a marble.
White as skim milk.
A punctured hole under her ribs.
A flower of blood blooms on the white silk.
Once electric blue eyes stare up at the ceiling, dead of the life they once heald.
Small pink red lips slightly parted in a last attempt at breath.
Cold dainty hands lay palms down at her sides.
A long thin blade stain the white duvet with blood.
Ebony brown hair splayed across the blue pillow.
The childs pale feet hang limply over the side of the bed.
This is how they found the body of Avangeline Heartingail.
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