fic, b l a c k

For everything white,
there is a glimpse of blackness.

Against a white backdrop,
the colour of her irises,
the darkness of her pupils,
the blackness of her shadow self,
mirroring her on the ground.

To possess your own shape,
she knows, that cannot be done
in whites or greys, no, only
in that one nuance,
black.

For everything white,
black.

fic, a k i l l i n g

It only takes the pluck of a heartstring to reveal
exactly how vulnerable a person is, she thinks
and watches his fingers close around muscle,
ripping out her whole heart.