Beautiful Sinner
Translucent powder of velvet graces her delicate face
Taboo lips of vibrant crimson, the edges upturned forming that slight grin.
An unnamed girl in the rear lacing the petite black strings of that defining corset,
Angry she is, as the beauty turns sour and yells with a fire-tipped tongue.
As the unnamed girl completes the task she proceeds to pass under,
The incredible wooden carving of children at play above the mighty bedroom door
The beauty turns to the mirror, framed in worn metallic gold splendor
She coats her eyes in charcoal minerals, and decides,
She does not want to be a sinner anymore.
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