between soft flakes i see her,again.
sharp eyes cutting through frozen air,
breath visible in foggy puffs
curling up towards the sky like
cigarette smoke at the corner of the bar.
haze diffusing the glow of neon lights,
blood red lips and blood red nails,
dress tightly hugging a deadly frame,
sharp eyes locking on mine
again.
watching carefully like
a predator studying my every move,
trapping me in a web of careful lies,
partial to my every whisper.
her calculated movements like
a dancer balancing en pointe
again.
grace masking strength,
beauty hiding pain,
floating off the stage like,
sharp eyes fading away,
again.
and though i call out her name,
she slips between my fingers,
leaving me
again
alone in the snow.
YOU ARE READING
red [complete]
Poetrybefore she was a weapon, she was a girl. [ clintasha inspired - pre-avengers ]