The Final Nail
She met his gaze
Black, hollow, dead.
An eternity passed in a moment
He spoke, "It isn't safe here."
His voice was lifeless.
His words were empty.
There was a rush of emotion,
A fire in her eyes,
She took a step forward.
"Will I ever be safe in your world?"
She shook with anger.
She was rooted by history.
Full of shame
And eyes adverted
He lowered his head.
Gave silence as his only answer
It spoke a million words
That remained unsaid.
Nimble fingers gripped his wrist
Pushed up his death-black sleeve,
Where his sallow skin was marked.
A mark of hatred.
A mark against her.
The final nail.
"No," her eyes widened.
He grabbed her hand.
Don't touch me" she hissed.
He pulled her close.
"Don't fucking touch me"
She screamed taking two steps back.
She turned, walked away
And didn't stop.
He stayed in the alleyway.
Swallowed by the shadows.
Consumed by darkness.
Black, hollow, dead.
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