it is the emptiness. the bottom of the lake. silent as the past. it is the numb laughter at the end of the knife. tracing the curve of her mouth. over and over. it is the pounce in her fingertips. the impression of poise before poison. her look that dares you (not) to come closer.
this is what scares you.
beware.
you are standing on the edge of her.
this is what scares you.
beware.
you are standing on the edge of her.
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