It was hidden in the depths of her eyes,
The boiling rage, and the stifled cries
Dark, and demonic, they stare into night-
Shrouded in beauty, here the pain resides.
Cursed, tormented- neurons fire, innards burn
Immolation, invisible, at fate’s last turn.
The anguish ricocheted inward, the fury absorbed-
As the other smiling eyes mocked; tore and tortured.
N.B. May be there is something such as “too much crime-thrillers”? ~G. 🙂