Prose - She Met Her Match
A gifted thief
Of hearts
An empty soul
Beauty that sparkles
But offers no warmth
Only another thief can win
Because he has a heart of glass
He will pretend to love
Until she moans with passion
Then he will know he has won
And will silently smile
As he holds the thief
Close to his lies
She drowns
In lies greater than her own
Truth has abandoned and awakened her
She sinks into her prison
The light blurry and dim
She can no longer control her prey
She has lost to another's whim
As she gasps her repentance
The heart of glass shatters
Rendering a verdict of a thousand cuts
As her blood becomes an ocean of regret
She quickly realizes
The shards are the broken hearts
Returning to their killer