I stared

harboring

all 

soft slopes from a distance

harsh gray eyeliner smudged from the sweat of 

trying too hard,

partially parted lips,

glimpse of teeth that grind her dead to sleep,

one dangling finger that pointed to her skin

to remind you how she feels at night

(soft-shelled murder)

and those full moon eyes.

Watching.

–The photograph

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