His guarded expression
Told her nothing,
But she still loved him.
She loved his body,
His wonderful
Composure,
His looks,
His brains.
But little did anyone know
He was a sociopath,
Death running
Through his mind,
No feelings
Aching through
His chest.
Murder
Itching
In his fingers.

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Alexandra Dark is a proud, queer neurodivergent author who has worked on the staff of Blue Mesa Review. Her work was published in Outrageous Fortune, Aberration Labyrinth, Across the Margin, Blood Moon Rising, and The Academy of the Heart and Mind. Her favorite color is purple, and she loves oddities. You can find her on tumblr, Instagram, and Wattpad under the username chiakinanami82.