Teeth like ancient tombstones; her grin was wide and quant
Her eyes were not remarkable but light and green and faint
Her skin was freckled, her cheeks pockmarked
Her words could sparkle, shone in the dark
Well I met her at a party, a story quite cliché
Slurped my drink and told me how she hated the day
And her eyes were fearful, and innocent
She was for trial, but not for rent
Her voice was slurred and drawling, her lips were freely lent
To rouge red cheeks and scarlet mouths, every second spent
But her face was lying, her mind was cold
She was scared by the soul she had sold
I clutched her in my arms to stop her descent to the ground
Her sense began to focus; as I spoke she heard the sound
She saw salvation, in another’s face
Her kiss marked me, a blazing trace