"False Innocence"

Skin as soft as silk and as white as milk.
Hair with spirals that tarry perfectly in place.
Eyes as dark as the midnight sky, but shine like the stars.
A heart of broken glass, sorrow fills her soul.
She was a sweet girl, but time has taken it's toll.
Her blood as dark as black bleeds onto the table.
Little did anyone know, her mind was unstable.
Behind closed doors, her claws dig into her own flesh.
Skin, blood, bone, heart...
She screams as if she is possessed.
Feasts on her heart like a delicious meal.
Now her innocence is dead and everything is unsealed.

By: Emily Gaither