16th Drink:: The Mirror

There's something wrong with this picture and the problem stares at me with scared, grey blue eyes in the mirror. A ghost who stole my face.

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A Broken Trick

Her knees buckled, giving way beneath her as she collapsed to the ground with wide eyes. This thing closing in on her had heard, answered, and denied her thoughts. Yet, the most striking part was that ‘it’ was a man’s voice; a low bass that rumbled from deep within his chest.

8th Drink:: Eyes

Her voice is dead with a cold bite that reaches high up into her smoky blue eyes. At her sides her fingers curl up to slip into the folds of her palm because she’s trying not to let them shake. Constant fear stains her blood stream but like hell would she ever allow him to know.