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She wasn't blue anymore


And then the bullets

Rained down

Black and silver and

bright blood red 

and her eyes opened and

the blue was soaked in

a sheet of fog

 

And when they closed her eyes and 

wiped the red and 

opened then again for the world to see her

all decorated in her blue silk

and her hair tied in the braided knots

and her eyelids painted blue

with her lips pink and her lashes black

Her eyes weren't blue anymore-

they were like his heart

Fog and Gray and Empty

and there

and gone

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GirlMadeOfIvory

Slytherin, Erudite, Water, Apollo or Athena. Cat person. Dissociative system; we usually write dissociated.

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