She In A Poetry

She #020

Finally, she's back.
Realized, they were nonsense.
One moment later,
As cliche as it can be,
A traitor in a masquerade.

She was silent until
She was the target.
Oh girl,
can't she have a break?

Hawk like eyes,
Paws like claws,
Sweet like blade words,
Were released.

Childish as may think,
She's had enough.
She wasn't the angel
They used to be.

The serpent flew,
Almost losing the life.
She felt sorry.
No she shouldn't