Looking glass eyes, perfectly reflecting the souls that gaze into them. Hollow bones, struggling to store the knowledge that won't fit inside her overfilled mind. Tunnel for a heart, every word she hears echoing off the walls painfully, deep and empty. Small frame, containing the largest anger, enticing the victim, ensuing a sense of false security. She gives danger a brand new meaning and makes it look fucking beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
deep lovely dark
Puisiif I tell you how I feel, will you promise to never use it against me?
