Nightshade waves cascade down 

framing porecilin white skin

and red, seductive lips.

Her hips, gentle curves

that have been touched,

carressed.

At first she seems okay.

She can trick you with a smirk,

a flick of her wrist

but the thing is

eyes can not lie. 

Look deeper

past her beauty, her charm

You will see a young girl crying 

over her addicted mother

and abusive father.

Flash foward ten years

You will see her struggles.

A boyfriend of two years, gone

A shameful job at the local bar. 

She tries to hide all of this

behind doors that were sealed long ago.

She may flawless,

but she's not faultless.