It was too real to be true, the pretty smile and brown eyes. I heard you for the first time, and I wish, I hadn’t.
Does the devil really hide behind a pretty face?
The ruffled, curly locks of metallic hair, and stubbles that don’t seem sharp and pokey. Your lips full and bright and shined healthy, your tongue harsher than sandpaper.
Your pretty nose rubbing all the wrong places.
You blinked and smiled only to bite, till you ran back into the woods, wagging your tail proudly.