Beat Her Young

Even in expensive suit a monster cannot be glamorous. A young lady full of life and purpose is blind to the script she had never read. She's charmed by his scent, sense of adventure and boldness but to fall victim of her bright colours, turning dirty. Her age and experience both in incubation and from the producing heat, she gradually gets burnt, as time gets drowned and life becomes a gentle toddler full of beards. The only evidence of his humanity is his unbelievable appetite which hits fire alarm to greedily sniff all her condensed flavours. His whip is stained with her DNA, from the moment he owns the buttons of her attention, his paralyzed heart with sharp protrusions makes every embrace in need of an urgent X-ray. The walls scream each time they hold hands and Angels change to black robes whenever they kiss. She's contented with partial satisfaction as her head lay on his foamless bed. She awaits the rain with hope on the cloudless sky, not seeing how his pleasures come with side effects shown by her smile-shy face which declares happiness a contraband. A dress with a hundred stitches can no longer fit but she holds the needle in continuous labour to please one who scares the layers of his own skin. Love frowns at this terrible being who makes water boil at sub-zero temperatures. Love shrinks at the confused one who pokes the eye of the serpent in misjudged loyalty. The world shakes its head in pity of her for her eyes open, but very slowly to the filth of her foolishness, as her young and beautiful legs get stuck in the mud of his ruthlessness. Love is blind but the lover shouldn't be.