Little lady, devil in her heart,
holding you tight
for a chance at a new life.
Until there was her,
there was no weaving
deception. Tricking,
trickling, dancing
deception
winding around your lips
and drawing you in
with the current of her gaze.
No more death for her,
not a second time,
that's what she wants.
Theft, deft, sifting
through your mind
with trickster fingers
with desperation concealed
deep within her eyes,
always trying to find a way
to take one last breath.