Tania

Pastel colours,

the face of innocence,

hiding something

wrong.

You take in

the curve of her smirk

and the glint of her eyes

crinkled with laughter,

and you realise

as she whispers sweet

kinky

nothings

into your ear

that she’s dragging you down with her

in a lake full of

red, scarlet, crimson, vermilion

tears.

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