My finger nails are blue. My skin cold to touch. My icy blue eyes piercing your gaze, seeing right through. Knowing, understanding, learning. My face expressionless as I filter you into one of the many categorized folders I have secured and locked away. Some smile and try to talk, my mask slipping on when they do. Hiding these cold but beautiful eyes and deadly touch. I'm not who you want. These frozen hands will stop your heart. This steel gaze will trap you in time. These frosty lips you crave on yours will burn like fire. My icy poison will boil and sizzle in your veins. Freezing your heart. Cold hands, for a cold heart.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
