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Jan 2017
Evil strung across her face, flaring
Yellow eyes glaring with
Hunger in her sparkling smile
Fangs protruding waiting
Ever so patiently...

Im in terror.
She promises the end of me
As I turn to flee, helplessly
Weightless as gravity fails
I flail fighting the sky, but
To no avail...

I am alone now.
Left in the scaffolding
Its baffling, what was she?!
I can still hear her laughing?!
Why not just **** me?
Was I not prey? More of just a play thing?
Maybe...but still
Way up here, alone...
Im as good as dead.
LeV3e
Written by
LeV3e  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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   Kim, Mary Winslow and Valsa George
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