the soul taster

She was made of men.
She had consumed something
like one-twenty - don't worry. Only their souls,
which they didn't seem to miss. Her name
was Ailee. The "l" was silent. Mostly, so
was she. People always ask,

"What was she wearing?"

Today she was wearing flats. 
She pretty much always was, 
until she got back to her flat 
and kicked them off. Her hair 

was dyed its natural color, her 
eyes were eternally hard with shine. 
Her intent was on her next target's 
soul. 

Eventually, she will get round 
to mine.