“crushed like a rose”

She was the most beautiful thing ever, that girl.

What a stupid word, ‘beautiful’.

Her eyes were deep and brown.

Her hair was a bright and rich blonde, and it changed daily

straight and feathery and soft as sin on one day

lush, chipper curls the next.

Her skin was a crisp tan.

Her teeth were white and straight, and when she smiled deep dimples bloomed in her cheeks.