Brutally beautiful and willingly able to be,
simply utter-, otherworldly
Her facial features are strenuously captured and pressed prettily/prettily pressed against the emotionally corrupt underbelly exterior, driven to smile-hard precision
And she feels each aside every last moment – purposefully cloaked by the caressing hand of outlandish re-approval
No more miraculous toil-destroying daggers, thank you kindly
She’s back upon her whistle-stop feet, retreating to only ever make up the terrific difference within she, for these magical memories to amount to all out clout
