His eyes

His fingers ran through her hair. She felt his lips brush against hers. All so good and sweet it seems. No one heard her screams. Of all that was good and sweet was only a dream. Now his hand is forceful and cruel. His body which used to be so light and warm is now cold and heavy. His weight it seems will push her through the earth. But of all these crimes he commited she remembers. Nothing compared to the change in his eyes. The evil and emptiness she saw that day.

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How often do you write poetry?
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