She sat alone that night staring at her hands
Her swollen pale fragile skin
Her painted black fingernails.
All her pain
All her flaws
And she thought there was nothing more human than her
That night she fell asleep when the stars whispered goodnight
Under roofs of promised safety that were nothing but lies
Because that night the silver poured from the ceiling and climbed onto her bed
Clinging to every living part of her
Slowly causing her death
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A Metallic Death
Short Story- Metal, metal don't you hurt this rose petal. To late. It's already dead -
