With her long black hair, she sat beside me, like the horror in asian horror films, waiting to turn to face me if i turn to face her, showing her revolting face, or revolving head. She will then raise her wrinkled hands. Fingers spread out. Sharp fingernails pointing at me. Hands that were less like claws. More than talons. Chapped lips circling her razor teeth like fear starting to circle me. Her last victim only seemed like 10 minutes before me. I was certain.

Simple and subtle, with her long black hair, she sat beside me. I turned to face her. Ever so gently, she returned her gleaming eyes and glossed lips. My eyes could literally conjure words, to look and to praise. I smiled. She smiled the smile and turned me into water again.
The graciousness of it all.

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