Auburn. Black.

How does that happen? Is she finally rotting? She still smells beautiful to me. Her lips still taste the same to me. The rapping is still the same, if not louder. Her beauty seems to keep everything the same, except her hair. Her breath. Her cheeks.

Oh god, her cheeks.

Appalled at their nude color, the knife jumps down to my thigh.

What am I doing to her?

(deceit.)