Thursday, February 1, 2024

 
Steel Kiss

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She felt an unfriendly gaze, an icy breath at her neck. Overhead a neon “EXIT” hummed like a warning. A sudden rush, a silenced gasp — the blade gleamed in the moonlight. She shades the cement, surreal pink streaks transcending the boundaries of a once simple reality. The killer, satisfied, melts back into the night. The alley returns to stillness, the sign buzzing its indifferent song. A life extinguished, a secret held deep within a heart as empty as the blackness between stars.

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