Pawsitive Poetry

Seized by the Scarlet

She trips over the red string of fate, coming tumbling down.

It's twisted around her ankles, she can't escape.

She tries to deny it, and it tightens until she can't move.

Exhausted, she drags herself along the line.

She gets to the other end, seeing a familiar face.

Their eyes meet, dotted lines on white pages.

She stops struggling, and accepts the string's grasp on her heart.

The string slithers up into her hair, tying back loose strands.

She smiles, making creases in the corners of her mouth.

A girl with ruby threaded through her hair and her hand in someone else's.