Her lips are sealed,
her eyes are locked,
her face so still,
her body so limp.
Her skin so pale,
her skin so cold,
her skin so purple,
her skin so dead.
He holds her close,
he bleeds her loss,
he closes his eyes,
and kisses one last time.
The knife so close,
the blood so smeared,
the blood so red,
his face so dear.
He listens now,
waiting for the footsteps,
and jumps out the window,
just to hide again once more.
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Submission Name: The contemplater
