She opened up a raging world
Of lust and life,
Of vigor and vengeance,
When she closed her fist.
I saw her eyes breathe with fire
And gaze through his arid soul;
When she blinks, havoc slowly creeps
Into the man’s vestiges of life.
He imploded, his voice bursting away,
Then she grabbed his soul,
Smelled it, kissed it, then ate it;
She then offered a sigh followed by a laugh.
She closed a melancholic world
Of agony and acrimony,
Of torture and touché
When she opened her fist.