Poetry Slam Session Three

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The way your eyes twinkle in the starlight. When you look in my eyes, emotion swirls deeply within the pits. How your skin glistens in the moon light. When your lips pull back and reveal rows of dashingly pearly white teeth. How sometimes they part and let out an airy sound. How your body moves swiftly anywhere. Your determination in anything. Feeling your skin beneath my fingertips; smooth with some rough patches. The way your teeth pierce my tender skin as I lay helpless. The feeling of the warm crimson liquid pours from my wound in the saltwater, yet you don't stop. You pull. You yank. You shake. You aren't afraid. I look back in your pitch black eyes only to find them soulless. They are the last things I see as I slowly drown and bleed out in the cold, unforgiving sea infested with sharks.

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