As she sat in the empty bathtub with her legs sprawling all along it's end, she looked at herself in the mirror at the opposite side of the room.
A glass of wine in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other.
She scrutinized herself from head to toe.
Her arms fully covered with bold tatoos were highlights of the rebels in this society.
Her dressing sense bore tags from unknown judges until her gaze lifted to her eyes.
Fiery, bold and dark were the only words that came to her mind but she she dove into those screens any longer, she could see the frail, little girl in her long white dress sitting barefeet crying her eyes out.
The roll of thunder announced the arrival of an impending storm manifested from her dark soul.
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Enchanted
Random'Enchanted' is a collection of poems, thoughts, short stories and many more. The aim behind it is to make a difference in the simplest action even through my words in terms of self improvement and self empowerment. I hope you enjoy and learn somethi...
