Bruised…. yet again she had been badly battered. The kind of bruises you couldn’t see, the ones that hurt more and leave deep slashes within, her soul had been bruised, and her heart had been shattered. This heart that once was full of life was now a void of nothingness… that was beating within a scarred soul, masked by skin and bones that she would shadow behind her charmingly endowed attire.
Over a period of time she had mastered the art of camouflaging her battered soul behind that lovely smile. She appeared alive until you spotted that glinting sorrow in her empty eyes.