ALERT BEFORE READING: THIS WRITING HAS NOT BEEN EDITED. JUST FREE WRITING WHEN INSPIRED.
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I found her with scarlet painted lips and a tight golden dress. The silk fabric wrapped around her body just as the stars clung to the night sky. When she spoke, her words were as beautiful as a sunset after a sullen day. It took everything in me not to fall for her trap… To escape the web she weaved.

One by one I watched as many found themselves chain to her poisonous promises. But I waited and waited … Because I knew the truth. That beneath all the beauty and the glamor… Her reality ran deep. It had buried itself in her bones long ago. Though she may hold many smirks, I know that her secret cannot stay silent forever…

For the beauty will fade and the truth will arise. The wickness will bleed through and the flesh will be devoured. And finally… They will see… That beneath the beauty… the soul rots.

BY – Coushatta LaRue

NOTE: WRITTEN BY ME BUT IMAGE CREATED WITH A PROMPT I WROTE IN NIGHTCAFE.