Tuesday, April 22, 2014


Oh, that stunned silence is so delicious.
I can taste it on my lips like bitter hatred and sour apples.
I'm no one to look at twice, but it'd be in your best interest to listen to me the first time,
Lest you be lashed by a razor tongue you didn't see coming.
Do my eyes decieve you?
Do you not see the cunning gears grinding away behind my eyes?
You misjudge and underestimate me, a final mistake.
"Just another dumb young girl."
I will not fall victim to someone who wishes to play a child's game with me.
My defenses are up.
I've found my prey, and when I strike, I strike to kill.
Dinner time.

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