Cold to the touch, yet flames were ever present
Deadly carmine graced her lips
Tight crushed garnet locks framed her powder painted face
Dark and distant eyes, captive, defiant, and rimmed in red
As she looked away, always away.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Cold to the touch, yet flames were ever present
Deadly carmine graced her lips
Tight crushed garnet locks framed her powder painted face
Dark and distant eyes, captive, defiant, and rimmed in red
As she looked away, always away.
Short and sweet it presents the outer and hidden inner mystery of this painted lady in black.
She was never truly here …”always looking away”
Thanks DanielleM 🙂