Model

She said she’d kill for her body slit a man’s throat if she had to. Then watch as the crimson tears roll down his neck as she whispers sweetly the last words he’ll ever hear. “Nothing personal its just beauty.” You see she was fierce like any top model candidates should be, a future model going straight to the top she dreamed of taking the pictures that didn’t say thousand words but just one when everyone says “wow” unless you count the double take when everybody says “wow.’ She was beautiful she had these memorizing eyes emphasized by her eye shadow that only foreshadowed tragedy. She had these forever going legs that walked across the run way into the direction of pain, but still I followed, I swear she was calling me. To mess with girl like this you had to be able to handle her curves in which she constantly threw at the boys who always seemed to strike out meaning they didn’t hit. She may have an hourglass like figure but her IQ was without a doubt her greatest measurement. So when I approached her I know I had to do like a gentleman. I admit that nearly messed up for myself by speaking my mind and saying “damn girl you look good enough to eat” but I bit my tongue on that one. When we spoke instant connection she shared her hopes and told her my dreams, I asked for her hand and she gave me so much more. She told me how she refused to be a stereotype you know high school dropout pregnant at an early age, it’s interesting how life does seem to care about the futures we plan for ourselves and maybe I had something to do with that. Like most kids when left alone we compared ourselves to great scientist and decide to experiment with what would happen if we took a little bit of her and add a whole lot me. The result a small flicker of heaven began to burn her womb. I remember it well her appearance the near definition of beauty slightly disfigured as if she was looking into a fun house mirror as her belly attempted to reach out further than her out reached arm, but when she looked into the mirror all that see could see is a monster, the unborn and I were to blame and she cried until the monster in the mirror whispered a solution to her problem. Without even telling me she did what she thought was best, now I look to sky and say sorry don’t be mad at her she just wasn’t ready for something as special as you unable to value in something as precious as you. The girl who helped me understand love and in the process helped me discover hate, but none of this should of came to a surprise after all the first thing see said was that she’d kill for her body.