she's a murderer dancing in ballet flats. she twirls, and they see grace. they see agility.
i see a metaphor for something akin to blood and gore. was that how she spent her time, practicing for the next funeral with bloodstains on her skirt and a manic look in her eyes.
she's a gem, glistening in the sun, something that can't be found anywhere else. she's a legend, and it's the only time i agree with them for she slaughters even with her softness, her eyes tilting in a way that makes her look like a feline, pink tinting her cheeks. black is hidden under the pink, crimson under manicured fingernails.
the girl's a legend. be like her, be great, be powerful, be admired.
be a killer.
- WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: RANIA, MY DARLING - 8.13.16]
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