Dark Dirty Hands
A familiar tune breaks the air,
softly whistling;
making music
she whistles,
running out of breath
she hums
anything to hear
more than silence.
A chuckle,
quick footsteps,
one in front
of the other;
catching up with another,
faster ones in front;
the whistling stops,
caught in her throat,
he grips her chin;
pulling her face to meet his
masked face,
his eyes bare;
on fire; angry eyeballs,
deadly intention,
she struggles weakly,
too fragile to win.
The dark [...]
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