She Devil

She looked like one of those. The ones who swam here on some red river. I didn't want to cross paths with such creatures, didn't want to get the wires tangled, but I still refused to play the oh-so-popular-these-days 'ignorance card.' In fact, it was people like this woman who made me even more adamant to hold my head up and conduct myself differently and with some manners and respect. The world could be turned by their horrors and those bitter pills could be everywhere, but it wasn't for me.

She was a devil, simple as that. Looked kinda vicious, cruel, flame haired, ready to devour a man, a woman, anyone who stood in her way. There were many like her, but for today she owned the shadows. Get me out of here, on the wing of a dove. Take me to the angels, for they still await. For every devil...