Her eyes were blue

She was silent

Dressed all in black

A gun at her hip and a knife on her thigh

Hair tied back tight

A thin black choker and a silver chain

Holding a photo in the heart

And there was rage in her eyes

Hot white rage

Her eyes were blue


When they saw her, 

No one saw

The hot orange flames framing her black silhouette

The bright red blood decorating the darkness

All they saw was her ees

They were blue



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