magenta was the color
in the rim innermost
in her concentric iris
which she batted
conning
every eye she held
tangential to her own
twin pink-dyed torches
draining color
from the rest of her face
which blanched white
blazed like sunlight too bright
and as she walked
she left a trail
of purple petals
cut from the hearts
lain open
to her assault.
This is really good!
Loved this! Thank you
ooooh she sounds deadly!! I never thought shades of pink could be so dangerous
now you know, Ms. Fuchsia