Enemy Poem by Maya Hanson

She slips down the bridge,
silent, slow
All eyes,
eyes on the still water
Hooves quick on the pavement
A foreign but gentle lilt
in a waterfall off her tongue
A quick bound
through the fallen

She's going to see me
if I move, if I breathe.
She's beautiful.
She's going to kill me
if she knows I survived.
She's captivating.

No, yes,
Too late
Soft landing alongside me
Eyes alight on an enemy.

I was born her enemy.