Almond eyes and spilt honey irises,
they pooled so perfectly,
lukewarm to the touch.
Long wavy hair
every curl getting lost, within itself
winding further into strands of auburn.
honey can crystallize
her eyes will sharpen
she won't let herself be mangled again.
Try to weasel your way in and a swift stick to the soul is all you'll get.
You'll sputter out just like she did.
She'll notice the hope drip from your eyes and feast on your intestines.
A similar power
her attacker felt, washes over
as nimble fingers gnaw into
your snow white flesh.
As she stands
over your gassed up body,
stench lingering, stinging noses,
regret busts her open.
watches thick ruby liquid
pepper from her opened chest onto her feet.
Connect the dots has never been easier.
The feeling of strength now a whisper.
She lays next to your pieces,
turning pale and glazed.
Auburn now a dark stringy mess
with a red hue.
She lost herself.
She's dead and gone.
Just like your pieces.