he took a pen
and he took her by the waist,
drawing lines, circling where she'd need to lose weight and how she'd have to slim herself down.
her ears stuck out too far so he drew lines
her nose was too wide
so he showed where she'd need to contour.
but she... she was fed up with the way her roots were growing out and her bruises were darkening.
and later that day when he went to the store, she left the window wide open,
she left the paint spilled over,
and she covered herself in his oversized shirt, climbing through the window.
her feet making their way across the stones and into civilization.
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-
