People talk about those eyes that can be seen in the dark... with an inner gleam that anesthetize and frozens, so you don't feel the sting.The cold. The void.
People talk about those lips, always in a half crazed smile, about to break, about to cut. And somehow still inviting, an empty promise of a kiss that could never live.
The ardent uncertainty of a wanton creature with stained red lipstick.
People talk about the shadow of that woman, the fary tale of the hunger she carries for something deeper, something dangerous and final.
And when people talk, she laughs.