She was a walking inferno.
Fire, trapped within the confines of a human body,
And temper seethed beneath a molten surface.
But calm eyes hid her rage,
A temperate smile betrayed the flames.
She couldn’t hurt a soul.
Small hands that happily turned the pages of a book,
And the silent feet that carried her through the library.
She was a walking glacier.
Ice, frozen within the form of a human body,
And calmness emanated behind a chilled surface.
But calm eyes could not hide her rage,
A wicked smile betrayed the same.
She was deadly in that way.
Small hands that willingly wielded knives,
And the silent feet that carried her through the night.
She was a walking oxymoron.
Oh, the fire of her hair matched her spirit if you knew her.
And the ice of her eyes matched her demeanor if you did not.
But a gentle face hid raw rage,
A soft voice betrayed screams of fury.
About the Creator
Kat Pond
Aspiring to be everything at once: a spy, assassin, scientist, dragon, a hermit. With the limits of physical reality I can always be all these things in dreams and stories.
Instagram: @castrophia_dragonwitch
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