Topic: Mirror, tukor.

Ducii

Date: 2012-08-07 13:55 EST
Mirror, mirror on the wall tell me, tell me do I rise or fall"

The one thing Duci dreaded most about getting ready was looking in the mirror. You can't hide anything when you're looking at yourself.

Bright lights glare along sun-kissed flesh, like spotlights for blemishes and other imperfections. But worst of all, she couldn't hide what was beneath her flesh. The poison, the vile corruption. Do you know how hard it is to live with the part of yourself you hate so much"

Lush thighs pressed up against the marble, allowing the blonde the best vantage point in which to paint her lips a playful hot pink. The tight fabric of her dress hiked sensuously upward, threatening to expose her derriere. A muscle twitched in her cheek, and she could have sworn she saw a black ripple.

Startled, she dropped the lipstick, emitting a squeak of protest as she fell back onto her heels. Forgetting she was in stilettos, she stumbled until her back was pressed against the opposing wall. Trembling, Duci stopped to stare, fingertips tentatively rising to touch at her face. She looked like she had seen a ghost, and maybe she had. A ghost of remembrance.

All she wanted was to forget who she was, and she sniffled.