Cherry red wine spilled onto her flowing, diaphanous grown. her pretty face pales and lips tinge with purple as she slumps on the marble tiles, the once ocean filled eyes had a storm and she's no where to be found. she inhaled thornes and bled roses. The early morning sunrise seeped into the sheer curtains and shone on the corpse of a girl with golden curls carefully pinned back revealing a slash across her freckled throat, it seemed to have more life than her listless gaping mouth. the blood had cascaded like a waterfall down onto her chest, elegantly played piano still dances around the room surrounding her petite body but even when dead her flowery scent still lingers as her existence gradually fades into the music. Nobody knows her name she's just another beautiful adolescent that had a tragic end, she won't be remembered nor will she be grieved because she is nobody.
