The Evil One's Perfection

I feel five manicured claws hit me across the face,

Uncertain laughter from onlookers,

I hear a final insult as they walk off across the yard.

It never happened and if I ever bring it up again,

Things get a lot worse than one slap and some swearing.

 

She sits up the front.

She destroys with words, preys on flaws,

Seemingly flawless herself, a monster glossed over,

Plated in perfection.

The teachers see her as pretty and smart, A+ grade every day.

We see the wrath of a monster.

When she wants us to.

 

She makes me want to die,

A fact she knows and loves.

 

She's going to kill me.

Or die trying.

 

 

The End

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