the painless smile
she wears as a flower
bears its petals,
displays the softness
of a rose
hiding sharp thorns.
the notes of laughter
leaving her throat
waltzes across the room
like a river's mist
coming to shore.
one might not imagine
the sharpness of the irises
in her eyes nor
the cutting intentions
resting in her crusade.
a glance in one direction,
a glimpse at another's station
reveal the losses,
cruelty that gave birth
to the most unkind of
human intention.
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