Sometimes, during the day, the storm inside of her threatens to break loose the demons crouching in the abyss of her heart. She swallows the fire raging within, locks it in with lips as red as the blood surging inside.
And then she wears a smile.
A serene smile that fools the world.
As demure as a goddess. As powerful as one.
But the devil lurks within. Ready to tear through the facade.
She holds him back as she goes through the motions of the day.
At last it is night. As darkness lulls the world to sleep, she lets him rise. Wiping off the red lips and the smile.
A knife in hand, she sets off, to roam the dark alleys, to look for something, someone to satiate its thirst.