A Series Of Short Stories

foreign beauty

A beautiful girl sat on the forest floor.
Her ghost pale skin glows under the moonlight.
Albeit her illuminating white hair, her eyes are flat jet black.
Contrasting her skin and hair.

Her pale lips and skin were covered in smeered blood.

Bones broken,
Wings broken,
wings to freedom.

She was left... Alone.
At the mercy of the forest.

She didnt cry.
After all the toture she endured,
She simply forgot how to.
She was used to it.

But the pain was still there.
The raw flesh were unimaginably painful.

She took ragged breaths.
Trying to make the pain more bearable.
But to no avail.
She sighed.
"As usual", she whispered

Their taunting was craved at the back of her mind.
Haunting her to no end.
Driving her insane.
The poeple loved to see her crazed look.
They thought it was natural for a foreign creature to act.

From the day she was born,
She was different.
A beautiful different.
But people treated her like a monster.
They said her eyes looked monsterous and skin alien like.
People treated her just like one.
And sometimes she just wondered how unfair her life was.

They were afraid of her.
Afraid of what she would do.
Afraid of what she would become.
So they made her immobile.

But she was still so young.
She did nothing.
How cruel have people became.
She was simple born different.

A foreign beauty people despised and feared of.

Both a curse and a blessing.

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