The Diamond Woman

By Sophia May Wealth

Quite austere,

Penetrated only by herself

A solitary existence

Reflecting involuntary light

fugitive to it

Where can she escape its scorn?

Among the rough,

She, a dramatist to bloodshed

Such a fine design for creatures so penetrable

But within the lake of blood lies a haven

Slicked with the tenebrosity of indiscriminate tragedy.