Curious about her unusual calm,
I asked her what book she read.
She shared it, raising her palm,
eyes flashing a demonic red.
Ebony black hair
Hung straight and dense,
smashing a dare.
She was becoming the fiction she read.
A twisty hint of her smile,
gave away her delight;
Knowing I’d seen her vile
contacts shining eerie bright!
Pic credit: part of book cover of children’s book