So cold
Like stone or maybe ice
And hard
Hard as rock
Frosted and distant
Replacing any warmth
That beat red blood through his veins
And eyes
Black coals of menace
That stare
Stare with hatred
Chilled and piercing
Bearing into her
Burning spite by virtue of his optical pathway
And hands
His weapon of destruction
That grip
Grip to suffocate
Taking her life
Throttling her will
Leaving her dead to him and the world
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