A glance, tipped with the taste of kohl and hemlock;
soft beauty ringed in silhouette of stark predation,
scorn and self-awareness married by pride
shown in the gentle turn of a sneer
that fades with her advance
Fenders crush and mangle;
glass is thrown like a bad hand
to pavement and thru flesh.
Then a dark red rises
on the horizon of a dashboard
Bodies stumble out as
bright colored lights announce,
in hysteria, their tragedy.
…And all in the world glance sideways
and drive — to their parking places
but behind are left, doors that will never
be opened again, and eyes
that [...]