Danger
Her laugh was a sharp sound.
It made you wonder whether she was amused or if her throat was simply incapable of making any other sound.
It suited the heavy look in her eyes, the straightness of her spine.
When she laughed, everyone within the room paused, at once enraptured and affronted.
The curve of her lips gave nothing away but danger.
Copyright © Sara J | Year Posted 2022
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