Beauty Comes From Dark Places

There's this girl that goes to my school- she always wears black, never anything bright. She sits in the back of the class with her earbuds in, listening to music that I can hear from where I sit, three seats away. Sometimes she doesn't come to school at all- and I don't know if she skips or simply cannot come.

But when I do see her, she walks with an odd limp and a perpetual look of pain in her eyes. Her bones jut out through her black long sleeved shirt and dark purple bruises crawl up her neck.

But I have learned that beauty comes from dark places.

And for that reason, I can never look away.