Their thin feminine faces are from the knowing bones.
They have descended from tight skin, abilities honed.
They have the paleness and fine curly hair they linger and observe.
Powerful predatory women full of asassin fervor.
They can push through the complications and fickle weaknesses of men.
They fit through narrow gaps in destiny when they curve and bend.
Coming back and swinging their long blades gleefully.
They attack at speed dreamily.
Their clean spirits tranparent and glass like.
Their eyes are focused rifle sights.
Trigger clicks, blast rings, chamber explodes.
Hapless victim falls blood coloring the road.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário