her mother had loved her black hair before
she passed
black hair was her way
of remembering
and dyeing it blue
dyeing it blue was
dyeing it blue was
it was like her mother had died again
but he was making her
p r e t t y
and pretty hurts
YOU ARE READING
beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
