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Green

Green.
She laid in the grass.
That dirty, green grass.
The dragon was invisible.
It reached its paw out and gripped onto her head and waist, she didn't move at all, nor did she care.
She stayed there.
In the green grass.
You were not there for her,
You were not present when this happened.
You were busy.
She opened her brownish-green eyes, seeing nothing.
But pink and green.
Green. Green, green, green.
The dragon shot out a limb from it's back, it eerily leaned over to a tree and plucked out a green leaf.
It lowered it's paw, setting the soft, green leaf over her eyes.
Covered.
And blind.
It clawed at her polka-dotted dress, white and light green. It ripped at the sides, ruining her skin.
The dragon grabbed onto her by her finger and dragged her to the Cemetery.
It ripped open a grave and pushed her in.
The baby was gone.
She was gone.
That dragon-

Green.