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Femme Fatale
Took a knife and placed it on his chest,
she drew the scarlet letters, spelling it out.
Smiled grimly as she stared at her work,
crossed arms hugged a book on his chest.
Burnt fingerprints, no one was his name.
That night she walked away a new woman.
The papers would call her all she wasn't,
It would take them months, she'd be gone.
The little hand she held, close to her chest,
a reminder to sing those few victories for her.
The pages drenched in blood held her secret.
This time no one paid the price for her screams.
She's an angel, the angel of righteous death.
© yudia
she drew the scarlet letters, spelling it out.
Smiled grimly as she stared at her work,
crossed arms hugged a book on his chest.
Burnt fingerprints, no one was his name.
That night she walked away a new woman.
The papers would call her all she wasn't,
It would take them months, she'd be gone.
The little hand she held, close to her chest,
a reminder to sing those few victories for her.
The pages drenched in blood held her secret.
This time no one paid the price for her screams.
She's an angel, the angel of righteous death.
© yudia
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