Smoke tendrils drift past
her salt and pepper curls.
Slate eyes,
outlined in charcoal,
each like an eclipse
emerging through
a shadow sky.
Ash lips part
and exhale
gunmetal breath.
Her silver tongue,
once wise and sharp,
has gone mute
in this black and white world.
The Way I See It 
Wow! I want to know who those salt and pepper curls belong to. I love the imagery and sensory details in the lines about ash lips and gunmetal breath. Beautiful.
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Yowza. I want to see her in the flesh. She sounds, electric and intimidating. Reminds me of an old friend I had. She was witchy but so lovely within in. A teacher with tiny tattoos of music notes and such hidden in places like her wrists and cuff of her hand. I love a mysterious female character, especially ones based on real life characters themselves. Excellent slice. I needed a poem like this tonight.
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From “slate eyes” to “ash lips” to “silver tongue” this poem is spectacular. So many lingering questions… great slice!
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That last stanza is so powerful!
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