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the scattered splatters of crimson, tarnish the ivory fabric she wore with metal scented sins. widened orbs full of torment and regret searched for a route, away from the crowds. guilt cultivated her, draped her shoulders into a slouched drop.
she had done nothing, watched from the sidelines. a coward is all she was.
witnessing the bow dart into the boy’s spine, his shrieks piercing crisp winds of mid october. her vision blurs, shock still reside within her very veins. she’s weak, a trembling mess.
an exit, to tare her from the sickened norms whom gagged at her very sight, whose judgmental glares plagued her with insecurity was all she desired, or for the earth to build a hole where she stood and swallow her whole.
blotches of maroon dyed her chestnut locks, comfort and uncertain tranquility found in the pattern lost within the pavement beneath her muddy soles. yet her stomach twists uncomfortably at the sight of blood on her converse. pressure building uneasily when she hunches forward, a palm nestled over her abdominals. gagging as she rushes into an alley to spill a liquid version of her meals upon the leg of a stranger who lurked within the shadows.
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