twenty seven: p a s t e l .

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"do you think i killed elizabeth, sheila? do you think that i am the murderer?" i enunciate each word, making sure that it penetrates through that thick skull of hers. i bite my quivering lips to stop the tears that are now, continuously trailing down my chin.

"no, not a murderer. just a two faced bitch." when i am rewarded with the answer, i stare into her eyes for the last time.

her

pupils

dilating
under

the

sensitive

light. 

a film of tears shield the true colour of her eyes.

akin to mine, her p a s t e l hair is tied into a knot.

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