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He screamed at me (again)

It was nothing unusual. My solemn glances wouldn't dare give me away. "You think the world revolves around you, huh?" "Rita, get off your high horse!" His soul was bitten, my frost creeping on. I leaned back against my own enigma. He lost his balance in my silence. I began, Yes, you are right." "I am one cold hearted bitch!" But he loved me. He couldn't deny. Even the chatter of his teeth, the drum of his hollow knocking bones, each forced stepped closer in the crystal snow of my expressions reminded his heart to beat faster. He endured the chill for the thrill. So I loved him back. Fiercely until his skin ripped and his lips bled

until his heart exposed a screaming red.

-Lovve