in the event that a woman's inner beauty and innocence is ripped from her soft, pure hands: she is brought to a place in which taints her soul. already blackened from the world around her, her last bits of hope are diminished by the walls she built in hopes that they'd protect her.
however, they served a purpose of the opposite intent. the walls she trusted caved in on her, shattering her from the outside in. she is a shell of who she was, and a late memory of who she would've been.
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the devil's visage
Poetryintricacies and beauty, i'm in love with the unknown and known alike. lowercase intended.
