Chloe is back.
Chloe, considered dangerous,
Uses a shiv to turn her magazine into an origami tiger.
They both sit equally still.
They both breathe softly, in
Chloe has killed golfers,
Burned down the Mulberry Place Mall,
And slept with both the Succubus
Her eyes are a calm green,
Like new leaves in Spring.
She is posed like a Buddha,
And she is nothing if not
Chloe, considered an escape risk,
Waits for the hurricane.
Lover leave the light on, she thinks,
And a thousand women stir in their sleep,