A dark poetry…
She danced across the thin ice floor, cracking the trail beneath her trample,
Memories of those who wronged the past impelled her to rankle ;
Shearing all the lose ends of a quondam virus, spread like meandering branches,
A smile twitched across her lips as she would not be pulling any punches ;
Her throat burning with desire, quivering for the taste of vengeance,
Scorching the touch of meddling hands tracing across her vehemence.
She gazed into the dark waters, for the umpteenth time as she kissed,
Her reflection winked back, the devil has been unleashed.
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