The Writers' Circle

She looked in the mirror, and put on her red lipstick. She breathed heavily as she walked out into the main room yet she tried her hardest to contain her apprehension. It was clear to see her current feelings, it was written all over her face. Poor little girl, no one told her that this was not the only way, she didn't have to go down this route but she would come to this realisation sooner or later when it was either too late or she had gotten far too used to it, that another way of living would just be strange. This short walk felt like the longest she had ever endured. She would be in for a surprise this was her first but most certainly not her last. "Come to me little angel of disaster, I am here waiting for you. I am here to teach you, you will be my student and I will be your Master. Don't worry, you will have some control too in the situation. By being in your presence, I will momentarily be brought back to the memories of innocence, naivety and confusion..all of that left me long, long ago.You are soft and incredibly delicate, your beauty so raw and untouched, you don't even know how special you are."

UNFINISHED