When Dressed to Kill

She was quite unique
and in her
own way, stood out
from the crowd,
like the front bonnet
of a metallic
British Racing Green
Alfa Romeo ..
In fact, it was whilst
she was still
firing blindly like that,
from the hip
and on all cylinders ..
Like some
manic assassin,
in tears, tiara and her
torn matching
green silk party dress ..
That I just so
happened, to catch
sight of all
the charcoal black
mascara
smeared unladylike,
across each
of her flushed cheeks ..
And she began
to pick over those
numerous,
anonymous human
remains lying
still and face down,
in such
hideous and very
long rows
piled high in deep
uncaring gutters ..
And when
precisely it dawned
on me in
a world of back
on back
uncertainties, I was
sure if looks
could kill, then she
would have
clearly made one hell
of a serial killer ..