Reaching For The Venomous Flower
The more beautifully the liquid swirls, the more poisonous it will be. "What is beauty?" asked the man with a sneer. "It is dangerous." replied the young woman without thinking. "It is fleeting. It is cautious. It is not honest." She was a puppet. No, a doll. She was a piece of paper, to be written on, crumpled, then...