Blood Red Nail Polish

Blood Red Nail Polish

She painted her nails with the blood of her victims.
Smirking, the stroke of the brush was loud, echoing
Even compared to the roll and clack
Of the subway’s wheels on the metal, rusted track.
And oh, what a deep and dead red it was…
Her hair was shampooed and conditioned
With the insults and revenge of her clients.
They curled and waved about her shoulders,
Glistened in the pulsing, artificial light.
And oh, what clean and shiny locks they were…
Her eyes were colored
With every violent hit, every outburst.
Every attack from one to another
Darkened her eyes another shade.
And oh, what a bottomless and black color they were…
Her skin grew a shade lighter
With every harsh gaze
That electrified and pierced the air,
Every single glance scarred her skin forever.
And oh, what pale and flawless skin it was…
Her stash of money,
Carefully placed in her gilded black safe grew in a dollar
With every defiant and malice filled thought
That jaywalked carelessly across a mind.
And oh, what piles and piles of money she had…
Her lips were glossed black with the insincere kisses from one to another,
Literal lies on lips, their love was only for looks
And not for the true person inside the thick flesh.
Shouting from the chains of skin and soul that imprisoned them.
And oh, what shined, virgin lips they were…
She lured the innocent in.
She broke their souls
And poured them into the earthy ground.
Back from whence we came is the way it will always end.
She abducted the most promising of people.
Pulled them to her side
And slowly tore them apart,
Heart and mind were her starting point.
She was not always like this…
At one time she was cheerful, happy.
But she was twisted, warped.
Her innocence was killed, her childhood pilfered
And replaced with mischief.
She was simply corrupted.
And she loved it.
Those on the train could never see her.
However, the third seat from the right door, second car
Was always empty.
She smiled and stroked the face of the passenger on her side.
How stupid these petty humans are…
She made one last brush stroke to her smallest finger
And let her smirk grow from ear to ear.
The goddess of misdemeanor never fails.
She will live forever, sitting quietly in her seat, her throne.
None will ever see her beauty.
All will feel her pain.