Blanquita en españa

If she was a greeting she’d be a slap
sharp and unforgiving, but straight to the point.
If she was a dance she’d be a flamenco
all eyes are on her beauty, but powerfully stomping on dreams.
If she was a piece of clothing, she’d be a black tailored suit
in charge and all knowing, but speaks with no mercy.
If she was a sound she’d be a crystal vase shattering into pieces
an unexpected accident stinging with shock, but no hope to pick up the pieces.
If she was a smell she’d be carbon monoxide
Undetectable and reeking of hazard, but swiftly delivering death.
If she was a drink she’d be a hot cup of coffee on a cold day
Enticing with its warming comfort, but too hot to drink, every sip burning all the way down.
If she was a criminal she’d be a sociopath
manipulating remorselessly, but delivering the painful truth with no emotion.
If she was an animal she’d be a kangaroo
hopping from place to place, but delivering a painful punch.
If she was an insect she’d be a black widow
slowly weaving an intricate web of silk, but heartlessly taking lives.
If she was a piece of furniture she’d be a shower
constant and tranquil, but washing away future aspirations.
If she was a storm she’d be the eye of a hurricane.
momentarily calm and peaceful, but a fiery drastically altering lives.
If she was a competitor she’d be a card player
always wearing a poker face, but playing with the game of life.
If only she could take a step back to see what she has become, she would be the doctor she once knew.