Her Beauty

Everytime the angels touched
her, her heart seemed to glow.

Everytime the angels flew around in her room, she would
dance, like the ballinrina in her jewlry box.
Her black silky hair
and glowing skin sent others girls with envy.
They teased her, untill she cried.
The hot, wet tears spilling from her sparkling blue eyes.

She cut herself, the crimson red
flowing down her arm.

The pretty had punished her, and God hated her.

Katelynn Kilburg©2010