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Brown-Eyed Beauty

Devin Derian
I stared into those mocha brown eyes and got lost in your bubbly charisma and radiant smile. That damn, radiant smile that melts the hearts of all those who inevitably look. Since that moment I have become your servant, your captive, the person you begrudgingly confide in because you know that no one else will listen. I’ve heard your struggles and have experienced your pains, so when your nails came crawling up my chest, I let my guard down. I thought that you loved me, I thought those youthful lips wanted mine, but I was wrong. You kicked me in the chest. I felt my back shatter against the ground; mud splattered everywhere. I was immobilized by the fantasy you created. You untied your bun and let your black curls sway. When you came closer I could smell the peach lip balm pressed against my neck. Your fangs dug deep into my throat, blood spewing across your face. All you did was smile, revealing that hypnotizing grin. I’d never felt so loved.

All I could see were those dark, beautiful brown eyes and thinking: What an angel, Oh, my devil.

I give myself permission to finally move on.

Devin is an enthusiastic student who loves to write about where his imagination will take him.
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  • 2020 Summer Folio
  • About
  • Black Lives Matter
  • Feral Parrot : The Blog
  • Submissions
  • Awards & Prizes
    • Handley Award Winners
    • 2019 Inscape Editor's Prizes
  • PCC Inscape Instagram
  • STAFF 2020
    • Fall 2020 STAFF Q&A
    • Staff-FALL 2019
    • staff-SPRING 2019
    • Staff -FALL 2018
    • Staff-SPRING 2018
    • Staff -FALL 2017
  • Interviews
    • INT - Adrian Cepeda Poet of the Year 2019
    • INT-Visiting Writer Wendy Adamson FA2019
  • ONLINE ARCHIVE
    • 2020 February Folio
    • 2019 Fall Folio
    • Celebrating Dia De Los Muertos
    • Issue On-7 2019SPR Mental Health Companion >
      • Issue Intro
    • ISSUE ON-6 2018FA Frankenstein Companion
    • Issue On-5 - 2018Su
    • Issue On-4 2018FA Spirituality
    • Issue ON-3 2017FA
    • Issue On-2 2016SPR
    • Issue ON-1 2016FA
    • Folio 2 - Moon Moon 2019
    • Folio 1 - Vote - 2018
  • PRINT ARCHIVE
    • Fall 2018 Print Issue - Frankenstein TOC
    • Fall 2017 Print Issue - Manifesto TOC