Tears of Ruby

By Lalhriat Kima

Her postprandial smoke doth trail behind

Docile pretending, devious by design 

Thin lines painted arms, ash smeared dress

She’s a mastermind, but you wouldn’t have guess

Maybe it was in the tea she sips each morning

Or maybe the way she lights her cigarette

Only she can dodge rounds men came gunning

Only she can compel men to question their faith

But lies mystery beneath the beauty

Traumatic past and self-inflicted cruelty

Ruby eyed-lady, dancing under the moon

She might’ve snuff out the fires of war,

If there was one, one that is not her own

She might’ve calm a dragon’s roar,

If there was one, it’d carry her off of Zone

In pursuit of freedom she’d never truly known

By Lalhriat Kima