The Literary Phoenix

Funny, the damage a silly little book can do. Especially in the hands of a silly little girl.

Sharp.
She’s midnight,
obsidian.
Soft, lethal.
Rows of razor-sharp teeth
etched from steel
snarl at the edge
of paradise and insanity.

Her eyes.
Red flashes,
caught on the barrier
between passion and lunacy.

Red eyes,
glowing midnight-
the last sight
before it all
goes
dark.

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