Sordid.
Vile.
Disgraceful.
And yet...
Beautiful.
Magnificent.
Divine.
Yes.
Divine.
So very...divinely wicked.
The distinguishing jumble of rivaling objectives best
described the catastrophe that manifested in the fogged
bathroom mirror before me, its medium silver frame
stopping just short of my shoulders to conceal my
nudity.
A tranquil mist engrossed the tight spaces of thy
comfort room as the after effects of my mid-day shower
blissfully glistened on my moist skin.
God knows just how long I stood there in all my bare
nakedness, entirely immersed by society's chief weapon
of narcissism.
Vanity.
I despised such a word.
But in this very moment, I was riveted.
Mystified.
My dampened web of curls was swept neatly over my
right shoulder, shamelessly unveiling my neck...
The main attraction to the circus that is my body.
Freshly swollen welts and purpling splotches colored my plain of flesh, trailing heinously from my upper neck
down to the left portion of my collarbone.
A treacherous sight I was.
A sight so conflicting in it's true meaning.
Alarm would strike to the typical eye at its vivid
gruesomeness.
It's sheer brutality.
To my eye, it was beauty.
Art.
A true conundrum that parroted the tarnishing sexuality
of Horangi high's glorified princess.
Yes.
My body was merely a canvas for the unrefined
wickedness of Jennie Kim. The raw ugliness of her
imperfection was tattooed across my skin, etched in the
fibers of my soul.
I was marked...branded as an unintentional parting gift
from our iniquitous locker room affair.
I'm marked.
The tips of my fingers feathered lightly along the
tattered skin, fraying shortly after to closely examine the
wripe bruises wrung around my wrists.
A nasty result from my everlasting struggle with my
uniform tie.
Our form of restraint.
Shit.
That girl tied one hell of a knot.
Luckily, I was able to loosen its bindings enough where
I could wriggle free.
