crimson nails,dark,
dripping
with the weight of the world,
click.
on keys
from a bygone era.
she will move soon
to something real.
a computer.
not this.
click.
the sound is harsh.
she types
quickly,
effectively,
efficiently,
click,
mistress's heels,
click,
click,
click,
tap on the marble
below her feet.
they draw near,
near to her desk.
click.
click.
the typewriter is removed,
and replaced
by a computer.
click.
YOU ARE READING
red [complete]
Poetrybefore she was a weapon, she was a girl. [ clintasha inspired - pre-avengers ]