Hot pink Beauty sips matcha, which I hate, but I love her. She teases my curves and curls and reminds me that the name God left for me under my doormat with a key to His heart has many syllables and rhymes with the way the waterfall refreshes. Beauty is generous and wants only to be loved. Evil cuts Beauty’s face off for his own purposes, wearing it as a ghoulish masquerade mask that everyone else believes. But light shines through the holes her eyes once loved, and she continued sipping her matcha, new, soft flesh growing in again – perfect and serene.
Miniature Moon 