Flowing waves of long black hair
And deep pools for eyes.
Skin, soft, the color of white marble, had been flawless.
Lips, moist, the color of strawberries, had never been touched.
There was ignorance, vanity and pride.
And then there was jealousy.
Yellow eyes amidst green decaying skin stared day and night at that beauty. A few crooked teeth smiled wickedly as a malevolent plan unfolded.
Plot.
The impossible task. A coat like the starry night, black like the ebony keys on her piano, with stars made of diamonds. Enough to turn any spinner blind.
And so the beauty starts, believing she can finish this task.
After all, she's perfect in every way.
Perfect pianist,
perfect seamstress,
perfect painter...
But she frets day in and day out as she realizes what a heavy task it is…
Worry lines begin to appear.
She pricks her fingers again and again on that spinning wheel
soft hands turn calloused and rough.
She bites her lips in worry
they bleed, heal and scab over.
Her eyes change color, from deep black, to dark gray, to light gray... to milky white.
And jealousy succeeds.
And beauty slaves away until another more beautiful and more vain than she takes her place.
In the end, no one lives happily ever after.
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