1 month ago
She is a fatal woman,
a seductress in every way, with a bullet in her purse
and a gun to aim it at her man.
Her red lips whispers sweet nothing into the ears of strangers, flirtatious jokes and batting eyelashes as she pursues her next victim.
She is not a princess, she is a Queen; the world her castle.
Every step she takes throughout it she takes it with confidence –shoulders back, head held high, eyes straight– as if all passers-by are merely extras in her own film.
She dresses like Marylin Monroe, conquering the 1950s in extravagant gowns and sky scraping heels.
She is a glorious woman, a socialite, a man-eater.
She is an assassin.