a woman for her stature, seemingly as
little as a birdie just out of her nest
but her demeanour quite an impression
of a boldly wild beast.
she dressed in a velvet textured body
in the most poised way there was,
almost mistaking for the swords
she ruggedly drew out of her mouth.
her apparent improperness was too loud
for creating a societal impression,
little did she care about fitting in
in this dramatic world as it is.
embracing her composure at times
while, winning hearts with her
soothing chaotic disturbance.
poetry and art were no casualness,
for she would bleed the ink on page
if that’s what it took.
she had known the redness of blood
and the dreamy pale yellows,
she chose the life of black & white
because she lives for metaphors
and tragic paradoxes.