Druxy

She preened her bleached hair in the mirror, adjusting the curls she had created with heat. She swirled brush after brush across her face until a new identity had been drawn onto her skin. She slipped into a dress that helped exaggerate false curves and then squashed her toes into a pair of heels to lengthen her legs. She left the house feeling perfect on the outside.

But the flawless skin of the apple wouldn’t be able to hide the rotten, crumbling core for much longer.