She Was Beautiful by Kyla Degay
I stared at her.
She was beautiful.
She was gorgeous.
She was lovely.
She was.
Now, her long, silky, auburn hair was cut into random lengths, tangled in knots, scattered and floating on her own blood pool.
Her round, majestic blue eyes was drained into a ball of pure white and death. Blacks and reds were oozing out of her sockets.
Her kissable posh pink lips turned to a cut out. Her whole mouth was missing, and the ugly hole left in her face became a garbage bin of used condoms and expired pills.
Her flawless, glowing skin, now pale and starting to green of decay. Large slashes and deep bruises scarred every part of her.
She was beautiful.
She was gorgeous.
She was lovely.
She was.
"Don't worry, my darling. You are still beautiful to me." I said as I knelt down before her, unzipping my pants.
