Scarlet
My finger twitched astride a shiny hair trigger,
with eyes caught in a scarlet gaze.
She stopped breathing, for just a moment
and then let her chest take in air,
exhaling what would likely have been fear.
She's well versed in survival.
I felt for a moment,
I was the one with the gun pointed at me.
"Go ahead." She said, painting her lips
with a shade of blood that I had seen before.
Every part of me that could speak,
was screaming at that itching finger
...willing it to speak.
But I wanted to know more
about this woman before me,
I had to know how she
got that stare.
I wanted her to breathe,
even though she was likely to kill me.
Even though she had deceived me,
her eyes told a story of truth
I had to hear.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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