she sits there
her face all painted
a glistening snowball white
with fire red lips
and eyes
green and intense
with pale pink around them
wearing that long black gown
versace perhaps?
but smooth, flowing
elegant
deep and dark
like the woman herself
and that hat
jet black with a wide brim
seems to hover
on top of a head
that hints at
the glamour
and all the glitz
of old hollywood
a time long gone by
but oh the movies
the movies still remain
and she has seen them all
over and over
and she knows about grace
and she knows about poise
and she knows how
to handle herself
under pressure
and how to make her blood
run ice cold
if the need be
and she feels
the chill of her pulse now
as she holds the icy gun
in her well-manicured fingers
and she looks up at the mess
she created on her bed
blood...there's always
just so much blood!
she closes her eyes hard
somebody's going to
have to clean that up!
but not right now
now is the time for relishing
he was, after all, such a cad
and he got what was coming to him
and at this point in her life
after so many men before him
she knows what she is doing
how to cover her tracks
how to force those crocodile tears
how to bat her lashes
and project herself
as the perfect victim
no...that doesn't scare her
what scares her most
is the mirror
and those little creases
that are starting to run
a bit rampant
across her brow now
no...this isn't a
young girl's game anymore
she knows that
and it makes her smile
as she takes the gun
to her red wet lips
and blows.