There I stood,
Aware and alive..
In clear sight of her distorting eyes,
Her voice uninterrupted by burst of breeze,
Chilling gust of November,
The deception in her tone,
Pummeled me persistently...
As one of her countless twisted lies,
Rollicked away from her luscious lips,
Carried by the brisk air,
Danced into my ears,
Slicing what left of my battered conscious...
