Miss KillerA Poem by PersonaAbout PowerPedestrians watch, glued to the spot. Miss Killer walks their street. With a flick of her delicate wrist she can throw a heavy weight against a building. Strolling past, as if roaming through a field of flowers Miss Killer flaunts her casual control. Eyes follow her, people tense. Eyeing them back, next victim found. Her space is respected, like Moses dividing the crowds through the middle without touch, can split a cheek in two. Eyes dart to drivers, wheels spin, panicked pulling cars up vertically. Her fist closes The man inside screaming clutching his seat while Miss Killer, relaxing her arm drops the car. All jump back, shield themselves from shredded metal and bloody remains.
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