Snippet #1541905

"You're the girl who killed the other one, aren't you?"

"You could say that. Or you could call me--"

"Kellyn," a breakthrough from the intercom system of their cell had her at attention. "You're to report to Dr. Pan in five minutes," the authority doctrined. Making light of the appointment, she gingerly placed the red felt-tip in Dimitri's spindling fingers. Kellyn then slipped around Dimitri without a need for weariness in her back being turned to the woman. "Will we meet again?" The rhetorical arch in her voice meandered in the facetious attitude.

They came, punctual, and she left with nothing no remnant, as they all usually did in their controlled environments. There was only the verse, red and humbly existing to give what the reader put to it's meaning...

The eloquence of design
was pardoned not by hand.
It took the essence of Gene
to know and understand.

An architect, a dreamer,
she knows the stairs and wells.
Man lost himself to error,
he ransacked where she dwells.

Now I sleuth my lexicons,
keen to what they stole.
I feel the thieves accosting--though--
long after they left my home.