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.
About the Creator
Michelle Lui
Writer and artist by moonlight, procrastinator and cigarette/coffee fueled Canadian by daylight.
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