Beastly beauty

Blonde hair falling onto weak shoulders with a facade of independence and angst, she trembles in fear of no longer feeling the assurance of how her life will play out. She’s earthy and modern with a sliver of filth and every boundary to her is unknown. She’s scattered out as books laid out in a new libraries floor would be, she’s filled with fairytales and extra terrestrial material leaving you contorted. 

Wanting love and to be alone crowd all the rooms of her home, she can’t quite figure out what’s missing anymore, she isn’t sad, or feeling unfulfilled, she just is trapped in being in her own skin. The thoughts of having it all figured out tangled her brain hairs because at one time she did and then time took over along with hurricanes and sunny days. 

“All will fall into place”, her ill willed socialist told her “but when?” she wanted to scream! How must it all be so dull and difficult for someone to find beauty in her beastly soul. 

It almost isn’t comfort of another she yearns for anymore but just the silence of the loud noises in her head telling her, her life isn’t falling into place fast enough as all of her neighborly companions that surrounded her was. At times she wanted to cease and give up but why when she had so much roar left? 

One day she would find the world in her beastly beauty and sit comfortably watching her rose garden of a life bloom. 
This is rough but I haven’t written in awhile so I threw something together fast🌹