Written by Andrea Kelly Miles
Proofread by Lance Reed Lawrence
The mind of a writer: An artistic note gifted to the the eye of the beholder; ‘Beauty’ is her name. Elegant and swift. A charming declaration of unmatched behaviour. Envied in the time of despair. Scurried to the corner with none, but one chair. One pen and a clean slate.
“What next to stain and depart in mystery?” Residue to linger upon the subconscious and prey for more. Swift… swift… starving; a hunger that declares perfection. Quenching an overdose of wisdom. Drunk on the effect of the witty artist. Tiredness and weariness forsaking me not. “This needs to be done.” My message received upon a ticking clock. “I have latched you on. Laced you with an enticing treat,” she mocked.
Your scent graced with earth tones of vanilla and smoky wood from which you were born. Sacrificed by the hands of us… earthlings - for me to tattoo my ink on your veins and explore new life upon your reigns. May this ink be guided and flow as waters that runneth deep. Suffocating with tension that remainth in the air…
Tick-tock… ligaments striking poses on the body of its clock. Its gears mocking me as my mind scurries to succumb to the nature of flaws. “NO! Perfection… precious perfection is sure to be born. Your mistakes will I know… waxen, behold! And your prey will come to awe.” Saved by the eye of the beholder, for ‘Beauty’ is her name. And ‘Beauty’ will she remain.
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