The shadows of chaos
float over the blue of her eyes.
Fleeting,
be he has noticed.
Somehow,
he has already sensed
that she is a child of Armageddon,
her soul an assemblage
of knife blades and nails,
her emotions held hostage
behind barbed wire and lies.
It doesn’t take an operative
to locate the pipe bomb
duct-taped to her heart.
One false kiss between them
and they will both be blown to pieces,
not enough remnants between them
to resurrect their love.
But he is a risk taker,
wired for danger,
so he holds his breath,
overlooking the odds.
He will either disarm her
or haul them both into disaster.
He is content either way
as the question will be answered.
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