Pieces.

Almond eyes and spilt honey irises,

they pooled so perfectly,

lukewarm to the touch.

Long wavy hair

every curl getting lost, within itself

winding further into strands of auburn.

honey can crystallize

one misstep

her eyes will sharpen

knife gripped

she won't let herself be mangled again.

Try to weasel your way in and a swift stick to the soul is all you'll get.

You'll sputter out just like she did.

She'll notice the hope drip from your eyes and feast on your intestines.

An animal.

A similar power

her attacker felt, washes over

as nimble fingers gnaw into

your snow white flesh.

As she stands

over your gassed up body,

stench lingering, stinging noses,

regret busts her open.

watches thick ruby liquid

pepper from her opened chest onto her feet.

Connect the dots has never been easier.

The feeling of strength now a whisper.

adrenaline abandonment

She lays next to your pieces,

crystallized irises

turning pale and glazed.

Auburn now a dark stringy mess

with a red hue.

She lost herself.

Unrecognizable.

She's dead and gone.

Just like your pieces.