He shook her.
He shook her.
Again and again.
He shook her.
His lips trembling,
his hand clenching,
a drop of sweat falling
from his creased brow.
'Why do your eyes look dead?'
He shook her harder.
Her lips parted.
Her voice dropped like a penny into a well.
Monotone, monotone, monotone.
'For something to be dead,
it had to be alive to begin with.'
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Omg. This is so strong, so powerful. Jawdroppingly amazing. Wow.



