The Scorpion


She has fire in her veins, and venom in her heart.

She is cool, calm, and collected

But when you cross paths with her

She can be your nightmare.


She can smell fear from a land away.

She can taste the pity that her peers embody for her.

The world screams at her to keep her distance

But she does not dare to listen.


She may look harmless

But she has a cyclone growing inside of her.

The durable wings of disgrace

Are a familiar face in her life.


She is a cigarette, full of empty promises.

But despite the emptiness inside of her that yearns to be set free,

Others ache to discover the mystery the lays within her walls.

She is as radiant as the sun and as glowing as the moon.

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