She moved slowly,
Meeting her observers with piercing raptor eyes.
Her footfalls were soft yet they resounded with
Control.
Her hands twitched and pointed to us,
Jabbing like forks and knives.
She was sharp, cunning, cool
Like a cat.
Yet in her vicious insanity grace fled her body
And she shook with grotesque and vivid surges.
And we looked on in disgust,
As her eyes widened and bled
For we knew that this grace
Was a mask.