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"What did you do?!"

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"What did you do?!"


I could hear her voice
shatter hoarsely,
through the panic of the crowd
that ate us both in.


"What did you do!!"


I don't know.
I didn't understand.


Her fueling anger
made her burst through the crowd
despite their fervent worry for her.

She grasped me,
disgraceful for a model,
and demanded,
snarling in a tone like a beast,


"I did not lose.
I did not surrender!!
So why should I have to 
lose a life for you??"


She was fierce 
and horrifying
and I couldn't choke out an answer.


I knew what she was screaming for,
she'd seen it herself in the mirror
of her darkened phone screen.


Down her face,
her beautiful,
spotless face,


was a deep,
darkened,
ugly scar.


Running from her forehead, 
through her lips, and drawn
to her chin in a dark, jagged brown.


I could only understand
that the scar
was a result
of my weapon,
the Scythe of the Grim Reaper.

What else could have caused it?


My hands shivered from the tone,
my nerves gave in,
and I let out a cry, in fear.


I have just scarred
a model's face
for life.


"...I'm sorry--"


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