Pinkie

A light coral stains her pale cheeck

Luscious dark curls cascade into perfection

The long white dress clutches her body as the wind

plays with the fabric

Twirling wildly, the satin peach ribbons reach across

her porcelin face

 

In the distance, ominous clouds roll across the horizon

A strom like no other hangs above the world of all creation

 

She should run, escape before the inevitable chaos begins

Yet this young beauty stands grounded, hands outreached

Eyes piercing into your own

 

Just as muddled and full of decimate as the heavens above

the windows into her soul were blurred

hiding abomination within. 

 

 

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