Black Ice

 

She’s no stranger to the cold, for icy is her soul.

Frozen to the pavement of every hell bent road.

She seeks out her victims as the yellow lines glow.

So be sure to tread lightly of her twisting narrows.

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~ Poem Written By: Shanice L. Wadell

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Makeup Artist / Model / Photography: Shanice L. Wadell