those in refuge (for my beans)

for a moment to change, all it takes is a drop of difference.
for a memory to fade, it only takes another, stronger more dominant to overcome the shell of laughter or despair

he walked among those in refuge, he waiting and finally pounced, latching onto a desperate, innocent mind, he fed his poison through lies and smiles. he charmed and gained a part of her that could only once be taken, throwing an accusation. her portrait slowly, began to slice and tare. hidden marks began to form.
yet she stayed there, craving the fading colors that he painted upon her portrait.

alone and unaware she sat in silenced pain while once again he joined those in refuge, waiting to pounce.