| Morbid Beauty By: Sarah Quaas |
| She looks like a black and white photograph. Shin untouched by the burning sun. Hair dark as the clear night sky. Color surrounds her black and white self. Shes out of place among the colors of the day. She feels safe and at home in the moonlit night. Symmetrical face and slim body. She almost looks like a still painting. Yet somethings wrong when she rarely smiles. She paints her face showing the pain she feels. There is a beautiful ugliness about her. Shes like the graveyard angel, sad and hurt. Was she ever happy and colorful? Did she ever share her heart of stone? Shes quietly loud with her silent screaming. Yet people seem to not hear her sorrow. Shes safe in the graveyard with the lost Shes an angel of morbid beauty. |