Beautiful eyes turn brighter.
But not because of a makeup artist.
Nature starts to fight her.
Perhaps silver isn't the hardest.
Teeth turn into ancient daggers.
Heart becomes stronger with a beat.
Becoming faster and louder.
Body temp begins to increase.
She used to be good.
She used to be in white.
Something short of misunderstood.
Spirit of the night.
Bones broke and she fliched.
Eyes no longer human.
Missed her chance by an inch.
By her own consuming.
Vanity becomes broken glass.
The need begins to cease.
Chaos falls down to harass.
And the beauty becomes the beast.
Love always,
Chayle
About the Creator
The Girl in Grey
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