Beast Disguised by Beauty
Hands or claws?
Fangs or teeth?
Fur or skin?
The broken dishes
The broken chair
The broken girl
The broken home
Shakingly removing the weight from her left hand
Realizing the danger
His animalistic tendencies ravaging her mind, her soul.
The beautiful boy, his deep blue eyes darkened by his greed, his hate
Integrity a lost virtue
Replaced with destruction
Chivalry dead along with affection.
The abuse, the utter disrespect haunts her.
Her tearstained cheeks bearing the bruises,
The badges of his love.
For she was not Beauty
Nor he her Beast
Beauty's beast, a man in beast's trappings.
Scarier by far is a beast in the trappings of a man.
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