Rotting Beautiful

Kagome's Rant: Get inspired, and review please, but don't steal ideas.

When I was alive, I was beautiful. I was breathtaking then, and everyone always reminded me of it. I knew I was beautiful. But now, now I dare not look in a mirror. The hair that I had once been admired for has become something else. I have seen my hair of its own regard, wrap around the neck of a man until his eyes went blank and his body went limp. The delicate hands that used to be so fine and strong are knobby and rough now; everything I touch, I destroy. My eyes have become weapons in themselves, and I dare not look at anyone, lest I wish to kill them. And my body. The body that was revered, worshipped! It is gone. I am barely recognizable as a human form. My legs are gone, my stomach, my neck, my arms, and my chest. They’re all gone. All that is left are my corpselike hands, piercing black eyes, and dark tendrils of what used to be my hair. My name is Alexial, and I will be beautiful again, Iwill be beautiful again.