Pure Evil

She acts innocent, like fragility is her curse—

She smiles when you’re not around

Bruising your ego like the flesh of fruit.

She teaches you how to hate,

Teaches you to hate yourself.

Her gaze is soft and her smile kind,

To hide the pain she buries deep.

She paints her plastic face,

To match her plastic heart.

Feeding off peripheral glances

And hollow compliments.

Her lips, taste of ashes

As you pull yourself away from her.

She has killed before,

She will kill again.

DannYetman

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