She stares,
Looking at nothing,
Perhaps thinking, Perhaps not.
Her eyes are glossy,
Her nails are red,
She smiles a smile only meant for hell to see.
Match Made In Hell,
That is what they said,
How could this angel, also be the devil? I asked.
They smiled because they knew,
I ignored because I did not.
But here I am,
Awestruck by this beautiful devil,
Who smiles at nothing.