I Am beauty incarnate. A Goddess amongst mortals. Mother of all you fear. Bronze skin glistening in the dark. Ink black hair cascading in full locks. Flawless diamond face. Almond shaped golden eyes. High cheeks bones which play consort to My refined hawkish nose. And hunter's bow lips, both luscious and sinful. All this captivating exquisiteness rests upon perfection in form. High raised swan neck. Neat hourglass body, firm and tempting. Full risen breasts, deep set navel, I Am beaut--

Ashen, sagging flesh. Akin brittle white straw strands clinging to bald scalp. Morbid skullish facade. Hollowed glowing molten gaze. Exposed vomer concerning lacking nose. Drawn cracking lips exposing et tiny pin teeth. A grisly summit upon frail throat. Fragile aged hunched form. Sagging wineskin breasts. The scream when witnessing such abomination awakens me, and I Am glorious once more.

I Am beauty incarnate. A Goddess amongst mortals. Mother of all you fear. Bronze skin glistening in the dark. Ink black hair...

Lilith's Journal (A Tale of the Fallen: Lilith coming soon)

© Grace Charles

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