Her skin is soft -
untouched
by
their hands.
A virgin
to
suicidal thoughts.
A lover of
flowers -
daisies and dandelions.
An artist
who
paints the world
full of
love.
His hands are hard and calloused.
Longing
to
hold hers.
She is no longer a pure light.
Her skin
is covered
in
her tears.
Her fingers
paint
only darkness.
Her mind
a
whore.
Her dandelions
wilted
and dry.
That's how he likes her.
D e s t r o y e d .
