Maybe Her Own Tears Were The Poison

All The Things That Girls Feel They Are Not When They Fear That If They Become, If They Are, They Will No Longer Be Loved By The Sisters Whose Hearts They Have Not Meant To Break. And Besides, If The Sisters Are Gone And Only The Beloved Remains With His Dense Curls And His Lips, How Safe Are You Then? You Have To Have Him Or You Will Die If The Sisters Are Gone With Their Listening Ears And Their Feet To Rub And Their Bodies To Dress And Their Shared Loneliness.

Welcome Beauty, Banish Fear.

It's Important To Tell Your Story. It's Important To Listen.

After His Kisses And Hugs It Feels Like Without Them My Body Will Fall Apart Into Pieces.

Besides, Secretly, Without Knowing It Herself, She Had Been Waiting For A Beast To Go To.