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Angel

Brown Eyes

By Michelle LuiPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Brown eyes, unruly curly brown hair, an innocent grin and dark ripped jeans with a cigarette between his lips.

That's how I remembered that the devil could be disguised as an angel

Because an angel would never cause this much pain to someone's soul.

He took the cigarette from his lips and placed it softly between mine while his eyes were piercing into my soul as I took a drag

The faint smell of American tobacco lingered on his fingertips as he pulled the cigarette away from me, grabbing my by the throat and pressed his lips roughly into mine

It felt desperate

It made me feel so wanted, something I've never felt before.

But this 'angel' - he didn't want me. He knew which ones to pick from the litter to take as his meal.

He was only a wolf in sheep's clothing, beckoning for me to unveil my naked self and soul

And when he got what he wanted, he disappeared back into his hellish downward spiral,

Taking away my heart with him, leaving me as an empty encasement, begging him to come back.

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About the Creator

Michelle Lui

Writer and artist by moonlight, procrastinator and cigarette/coffee fueled Canadian by daylight.

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