..is the girl
Hope is the girl with a full set of jagged teeth covered in blood. Biting through the rotten flesh for the juicy centre; sweet and saccharine.
Hope holds the cloth out-- for you, not her, as she grins and wipes your tears.
Hope spits out pieces of bridle that kept her bidden, along with the clotting sickness that reminds you of what lines your chest.
You look down, and stare at the gaping hole someone had made with their torrent of hurt; poisonous and the killing kind.
Hope is the girl that holds your beating heart with human hands, and looks at it like it's precious. Because it is. With watery eyes, she looks at you. Like you're precious.
Hope is the girl that protects the most vulnerable part of you.