Striking Poem by Allison Seals

Striking



She's striking when she dances,
She's striking when she stalks,
She'll strike you with her velvet charm,
This silent silver fox.

A serpent that will strike through,
She's shadowed ancient art,
She shreds you through with anger,
Then strokes your ripped out heart.

Striking
Monday, February 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: angel,beauty,heart,pain,seduction
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