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The Leeches

By Sophia Vaughan

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Her hair looked like black yarn,
Each string glued individually to her head.
Her eyes were anchors,
Sinking deep into her skull.
Her skin pale,
Like the snowy sidewalk beneath her.
The only sign of life was her red nose from the earth's cold.

You see the lifelessness in others too.
The light drained from their glassy eyes,
Their posture like a boulder on their backs.
Sometimes you can forget what their voices sound like,
For they only speak when spoken to.

So this is what the leeches do.
They slowly suck away what spirit you have left,
Until you're nothing but a pile of crawling skin.
  
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