the devil and the girl
monday, apr. 07, 2008, 3:00 pm

last night i dream of a girl no older than eleven.
she has the most delicate features, soft eyes, soft lips, fair skin and a body that would break if you touched her. her white dress hanging heavily on her small frame, the elaborately detailed material threatening to slide off her tiny shoulders.
she looks almost scared, this beautiful girl before me, looking like everything in the world could hurt her.
but from her eyes, i could see the devil had pulled on the face of a young innocent girl. that something so dangerous wore the face of someone so fragile.

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