Waves flow through her hair
Blue eyes shimmering in the
Moon light
Natural red covers her lips,
Not making a sound
The air is quite,
Cool,
Alive.
Freckles climb
The mountain of her face
Spreading towards they're
Destination.
Her ears,
They listen to
The soft whistling of
The breeze
Barely moving
Headlights search her
Flawless beauty
Closer now,
Not an inch moved.
Motionless, in a path of
Danger,
Lurking towards
Her.
Seconds go by,
Minutes follow
Soon hours will come.
Dead silence is
Heard, as
Blood is exposed,
And all shakes.
No screams, escape
Her lips.
Natural red.
Blood red.
Lips.
Blue eyes,
Look so peaceful.
Hair, comes
Alive.
Swiftly flying, to
Nowhere, except
Somewhere, just like
Her.
