She's Beautiful xx
					xx Back
	She comes to me covered in a cloak filled with thorns. She hands me a glass of her blood and says there's more in the well. Pain draws expression lines across her face, a maze of entangled memories. What she wants, she does not breakdown and say---but I feel it when she looks at me. She just wants to be told she's beautiful. I take her in and I pull every thorn loose, one by one--memory by memory. I wrap her up in words she's needed to hear; words that will stop the bleeding. And as the days pass, her spirit again begins to sing. Her hybernation in the cocoon she's woven is almost complete. Soon she'll be free. Soon she'll know that she's beautiful. Tomorrow is a brand new day and it offers everything she's wanted to see. I've painted pictures for her, just so she will gain strength to finally believe. I cannot wait until her soul finally wakes to the world. For she will then know, what I have always known. She's beautiful...