Beauty Kills

November 19, 2008
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Beauty Kills

She cuts with rapid motion,
Slicing the hair from its roots,
Spinning the victim in their chair.
The hair is. . .

Vibrant,


Exuberant,





Incredible.

The mirror cracks with the face of beauty
Her sharp edges have created.

The ray of light hits her silver with a flash,
Her ability to slice will blow them all away.
Her handles are fierce with fury,
Opening and closing.

The piercing sound sends a bolt of fear through the
Air.

And suddenly she is over. . .


The beauty could,


Kill.





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