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The Kill

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My heart is thumping in time with my step
Pulling me into myself.

I am hyper aware of my every sense:
The sweat on my neck, the scratch of my jeans, the whip of my hair on my face.

I lick my lips and taste the gloss,
My eyes flicker over the scene.

I feel like a panther stalking her prey.