The Mask Slipped
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet,
yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon.
You think you know all there is to know
about her immediately upon meeting her,
but everything you think you know is
wrong. Passion flows through her
like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment,
and the mask slipped, and you fell.
All your tomorrows start here.
Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders