I won't be silent anymore.

[cantaconbravura]

She was velvet darkness and black silk, a sophist of the soft, light-footed kind.
His hungry eyes wanted to peek under her veil.
And try to pull her back into his world.

Reaching into her pocket for a stick of gum,
She brushed her jacket flap in her disjoint motion.
Briefly, he glimpsed the blood.
And her aloof gaze slowly turned to him.

He reached out his hand

To her hardened stare.

They had pushed her too far

After she had failed.

Her nonchalant expression

fell to the floor

With the crash of shattering glass.

Sobbing,

Veins throbbing,

Blood gushes.

Black silk becomes darker.