The brilliant mind, the perfect shape,
Without a single flaw or gape,
She was the best, she was his pride.
And yet with damage in her mind.
When others cried she looked amused,
She gained her strength out of abuse.
But she was just as empty still,
And no one ever knew her will.
Creation to remain untold –
She learned too fast, they could behold.
Her hollow smile could make them thrilled,
As well as plunge them into fear.
'What if you die', she asked me once.
'Will horror fill your vacant glance?
Intriguing, will you keep that side,
When time will come for us to fight.'
She had no feelings from the start,
She was beyond just being smart.
Considering every test as game,
The Girl Eleven was insane.
The Girl Eleven
© Copyright: Эсси Кримсон, 2026
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