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Twelve
AFTER
Lily
Luc throws her head back
and the amber liquid flows
down her throat but
the glass bottle
is still full.
"Drink!"
she holds out the bottle to me.
I shake my head while looking
into her black
bottomless
eyes.
She forces my mouth open
with her long, sharp talons.
Her talons are ripping my
mouth open.
I feel no pain.
Red drips from the mouth
to my white dress.
She pours the liquid down my throat.
It burns down my throat,
through my stomach.
When I wake up, my tanktop is damp with sweat. My heart is beating so loud, it echoes into my ears. I stagger to the window and open it, the pale moonlight baths my room. Leaning by the window, I take in the mysterious night sounds and an image of Luc flashes behind my eyes. <
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