Shallow BreathShe takes a shallow breath. She can feel the blood dripping down her exposed arm. The sharp knife landed awkwardly on the ground with a quiet thud, pointing towards her, accusing her of a crime she committed. It stained the floor scarlet. She can feel her heartbeat clearly, pulsing through her veins. She closes her eyes, taking a shallow breath.
KatastropheWith bright violet hair,
And light blue eyes.
Vibrant red lips,
That always tells lies.
She has special abilities
When her eyes glow blue,
She's always there
When a hurricane brews.
She raises an arm,
And stretched her hand.
A tornado passes,
Over the land.
Her cat ears vibrate
And a storm rages,
Trapping the citizens
Like birds in cages.
Her gray tail twitches,
And without even trying,
A tsunami crashes,
Leaving many dying.
One can tell she's around,
When something happens that causes fear,
For her tattoo in the shape of a K shines brightly,
Every time Katastrophe is near.
ColorsThe red sunrise stains the sky.
The blue ocean gently laps
The golden sand, leading up to the steep hill.
The green grass.
The red leaves have dried and fallen, along with
The orange ones, leaving
The brown, bare tree trunks covered by
The white snow that covers the land.
The purple flowers bud next to the tree,
The pink flowers accompanying them.
The black night covers all from view.
Silent DateShe's ravishing. Her long, lowered lashes hide her warm brown eyes. A delicate hand gently rests on her left thigh while the other taps on the wooden table. Tapping, tapping, tapping. Her right leg shakes unsteadily. Her eyes open and glance at the clock above her. She sighs. She's waiting for someone; that much is obvious. Me? It's hard to tell. Her pictures don't do her justice. I fix my hair and walk over.
She looks up, her eyes raking over me, and a corner of her lips curve up slightly. She nods to the chair across from her silently. I sit and look down, catching my breath. When I look up a few seconds later, she's studying me. So I do the same.
She's wearing a black blouse that fits her nicely and jeans with a pair of tennis shoes. So simple and yet so lovely. Her neck and arms are bare, and I assume her ears are as well, though it was hard to tell. The only noticable make up on her was eye liner. Her dark hair came down to her shoulders and framed her face.
A man in white comes a
Midday SnackShe steps, ever so delicately, over the small puddle.
The rain falls with a quiet pattering; the siren of a police car sounds loudly.
The few splatters of blood on her sleeves are hard to spot in the dark alley.
Stay in the shadows; they're you're friends.
Her hair falls as she looks down, framing her pale face.
The leather boots are soaked, but that's alright with her.
She continues on her way, dodging the patches of sunlight.
The smell of fish fills her nostrils and the thick air makes her dizzy.
What had to be done was done.
What was that?
She looks up, her dark eyes darting from here to there.
A small feline face appears, black in appearance, except for the bright golden eyes.
She cocks her head to one side, a grin growing on her face, and reaches out her hand.
Trust me, dear friend.
I am up for a midday snack.