'Are you a pie? Because I’d like a piece of you' comes out of her mouth. Tongue like a viper, loose words, falling off. She has claws for nails. Black, pointed nails, reminiscent of sharp serrated shark teeth. They could cut you if you got too close. Crescents dug into soft skin and leaving a mark for a few hours.
Her glass is on the table, leaving a teaspoon of vodka. She doesn't play nice. She will treat you as if you were her dog. Sit down. Go fletch. Roll over. You are just a mutt, while she is an intimidating dog towering over you. Your life is in danger.
She sticks her tongue out at you in a playful manner. A nap next to the fireplace, just to be woken up as her eyes stare at you. What to know about the truth? The devastating truth about her? She is a tornado ready to happen. A storm after the warm air. The crashing. The clapping. The storm is right here — a forecast, no summer air like it said it would.
You freeze as she walks towards you.
Coping on breaths, in then out, out then in. She thinks you are an idiot. A dumb, pathetic being. The opposite of a heartbreaker. She gets closer and closer till her face is directly in front of yours. You want to be kissed. Oh, so badly do you want a kiss.
It feels like you are on death row. Waiting and waiting. Not knowing a date or time, you will be executed.
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