She’s a beauty.
You can’t get your eyes off her. Her short brown, curly hair was adorable, and she had a perfect jawline. She isn’t wearing any makeup, except a bit of blush. What really draws you to her, is her eyes.
She looks at you, your heart skips a beat. You look down at your work. 12th grade couldn’t get any worse. Not only do you have the cruelest teachers, and a mountain of work, but a very pretty girl is sitting in the desk beside you. How will you ever get anything done?
But she’s a beauty.
Your best friend always throws amazing parties. He’s one of the coolest kids at school. You lean back, sip your beer, and look around the room. There she is.
She’s at this party. Nows your chance, to make your move. You set down your drink, and talk to her. She’s amazing, funny…
She’s a beauty alright.
You wake up, look around. The house is trashed. It’s 3 am. No one is there. You walk into your friend’s room, to see him laying there. With her.
She’s staring at you. Her eyes. Beautiful eyes. She stands up and says nothing, except, Shhhhhh.
She’s a beauty.
His skin is cut open. She holds it open,
YOU PUT COCKROACHES INSIDE HIS SKIN
She whispers again, Shhhhh.
AN UGLY, NASTY CREATURE.
Her eyes are so pretty.
THEY CRAWL UNDER HIS SKIN, SEPARATING THE MUSCLES.
It’s okay, she whispers.
THAT’LL SHOW HIM.
He deserves it, doesn’t he?
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She’s a beauty.
You wake up, from the awful dream. You look over at your beautiful wife, who is sleeping peacefully. You feel awful, this dream happens a lot.
The murder of your best friend is unsolved. You’ve had to move 9 times, to escape the drama. No one knows who did it. Except you, and your beautiful wife. You gently stroke her curly brown hair.
She’s beautiful.