Umbrella locked in chains (working title)

(playing with reflections onto myself by a third party.)

You first saw her walking in the rain
deep blue umbrella floating overhead
while the copper tinged brown hair
whipped in her face, black peacoat
adding to the solemn expression, pursed
lips. But you only noticed her eyes
when she glanced above, the brown
irises touched with green. Skinny
jeans marred by the line of pearls,
the chain tugging along a globe
filled with heads and names,
colors swirling as emotions roared.
She was known as the heartbreaker,
torn at the seams every time she let herself go.
But you knew she was different,
nothing was as it seemed as the fog
gathered at her ankles, a delicate hand
disappearing under her coat, a katana
silver glistening as it kissed the chain,
snapping it as the pearls tumbled and fell
into the flood of the crashing river below.