Blindsided

I never saw it coming, until it was too late

Your smile lit up your face
         Like sunlight brightens a dark path.

With charm as slick, sweet, and sticky
         As butterscotch toffee.

Your mirage drew me into your arms,
         And gently laid me back.

The soft contours of your face, deformed
         Into something demonic.

Sapphire-blue eyes clouded over charcoal black.

Pure evil stood in the replacement
         Of the man I once loved.

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Prompt 2 for "Cards Against Authors"  ▶︎

Prompt Card:
I did not see that coming.

Word Cards:
You only need to choose one word card.
Splinter / Mirage