Beheld

~Eyes held up by shadows with linings, laces, and all the darkness a girl can hold. Lips ripped with passion, bitten time and time again as the discordant smiles pass. She knows happiness in small doses; passing moments, wordless breaths, and so much wasted time.

~Those eyes are dark, so dark without a smile, and they're sharper than the blade. Her lips, so torn for torment and bled for a kiss in the pursuit of pleasure. She's so beautiful, so very raw, all at the very mercy of my gaze. You wonder, when locked in looks, what it is that she's hiding under those beautifully beaten arms and that oh-so startled stare.

~What lies beneath so sharp a stare, so cut a diamond, that bears nothing but a bite or a scar, no different from all the rest on those pretty pout lips of hers? A jewel I think, or rather, I wonder. Something rare, something dark, beheld and bereft like a jewel ought to be.

~You'd keep looking and you'd keep searching and you'd be wrong forever, for stares are not to be made. She is watching and she is waiting, but no one should catch a moment for too long because she is hiding and she is holding this all beneath herself and only so few are allowed to see.

~She hides this jewel, yes, she holds it close to herself like a gift from the gods above and she wields it before herself for all and none. That power, like lightning in a glass, is the burning icy stare that guards her precious prize with an irresistible answer in darkness, just a passing word in a final fate-sealing glance, just sitting on those beautifully ravaged lips.