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Angie Eliza
They whisper her name,
the girl in red,
thoughts swirling in their heads,
fascination growing,
for she always wore red.
It could be her hair tie,
the shirt she chose each day,
even the polish on her toenails—
every detail dressed in red.
Nobody knew why,
yet curiosity lingered.
What was she hiding?
What secrets did she keep?
Then one day, she stopped wearing red.
No one even noticed.
They assumed it was tucked away,
somewhere beneath her layers,
but they couldn't find it.
After all, she always wore red.
Which was true;
she was hiding it,
beneath her long sleeves,
under her flowing skirt—
a red and purple hue
on her porcelain skin.
She wore red for sure,
but this time it bled from within.
Yet no one saw,
no one dared to ask.
She always wore red.
Her body was found,
in a pool of crimson hue,
her favorite shade of red
painting every inch of her
and the floor beneath—
this was what she always wore, after all.
She always wore red,
and in the end,
nobody noticed,
until it was too late.
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The Splinter Beauty
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