LJ Idol - The Known Enemy

[banyangirl1832]

Through the summer haze

Through the green of my drink

Delicate as a luna moth's wing

I see her stride in.

Red hair as wild as an August sunset,

Black boots echoing on the bar's tile floor:

She, heralder of siren's call

She, with a voice that sways and poisons,

She, my undoer.

Our eyes meet.

My hand chokes my sweating glass

And the world

Comments

[static_abyss]

I love the conviction in this piece that was driven home by the repition in yout poem. It was a lovely read.

[bleodswean]

Your use of powerful language and imagery IS empowering! This is publishable.

[sweeny_todd]

love the repetition.

[adoptedwriter]

The imagery in this is so rich!

[alexanderscttb]

Loved this! And especially dug your many great similes.
The image of line 14 was my favorite part. My reader's eyes enjoyed perching there for quite some time!