she watches through the glass.they are quick,
fleeting shadows
drifting,
scraping,
against the wood floor.
she turns away,
away from the dancers,
away from the cover,
to the work at hand.
knife poised above the body,
cold glinting above the warmth
the dancers see only a mirror,
as she,
in the room adjacent,
sees only a target.
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Poesiabefore she was a weapon, she was a girl. [ clintasha inspired - pre-avengers ]