She was a midnight vixen, born from shadows, a shapeshifter, drifting through neon lights. The click of her heels snapped like jazz music to the rhythm of the A-train. September 14, 2018 She was a force of nature; an incarnation, unphased by the gaze of us mere mortals. Her eyes fixed upon ethereal spaces, she looked right through me with her infinite stare. She walked out of my life as swiftly as she walked in. My breath still hanging from her scarlet lips like the cigarette's kiss.