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.
You watched her leave.
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