I looked upon her mistakable beauty and gagged in eternal delight.
How captivating this heiress was.
Her odd beauty made me stare and memorize her depleted features.
I had never seen anyone quite like her.
Her nose was upturned, jutting into the air... made me think of a
swine I saw at the recent county fair.
I couldn't look away from those eyes, those eagle eyes, searching
for prey, deadly and stunning.
Her lips turned up in one corner, like my recently deceased hamster.
Her general shape depicted the lazy, trashed out, beer guzzler,
well rounded to plumpness.
Arms hung low with little strength to hold them up, like an old
diabetic lady I once knew.
Her hair didn't improve her appearance, ever though it shone like
a beauty queen in a pageant. Dark black and with a
distinct wave.
The clothes she wore brought out the vision of a wintered child,
layered plaid upon solid red.
As this female walked by I wondered exactly what she had been
through in her life, but I knew I could never really understand.
This was many years ago, I remember it as if I were standing mere
feet away from her now. I wonder what she is up to today?
