The pretty girl

In the land of the ugly and the scary, the little girl ate her pie. "Do as you wish", she thought and spat in the face of the uglies. Love is a lie for pretty girls like her. Passion rose in the hearts of the ugly, they died beautifully. The pretty girl knew not love, knew not death. Love and death are for the ugly.

"Did you eat your pie?", asked the uglies. "Eat and get fat. Eat and get ugly. When you do, you will know love and death." Everything is not the question, everything is the answer. With the thoughts of tomorrow, the pretty girl cried. Scary are the ugly, passion and death sorrounds them. Love is truth when you love the ugly. When you love the pretty, it is a lie. Pretty girls are adored, not loved.

Whining, chewing, hating the love. "Is it a love story", they ask? The pretty girl do not know. She's never known love, only hate. Her eyes are like diamonds and she will carve them out with the knife she used to cut the pie. Even in dreams, ugly girls rule. The pretty girl lives in dreams, wakes up to hate. Hate is the fuel that burns in the night.

In the night, the ugly are not seen, nor are the pretty. All is equal, and maybe the pretty girl will get loved? Always loving the hate, turn the lights off and go to hell. She has no desires anymore, no wants nor needs. She only is, forever in existance, forever adored. Never loved, it is the curse of the pretty.

"Eat your pie!", they shout! "Eat your pie"! The pretty girl eats her pie, cries tears of rage and when the uglies go by, she stretches out her leg and they fall on their faces. The pretty girl laughs. Only in her dreams will she be ugly, loved and mortal. In the world of the ugly and scary, she is adored forever.

Anyone who sees her, adores her. Her pretty smile, her full lips and blue eyes. They are crazy, it seems. They will kill, they will hurt. Anything for the pretty girl. Except for love. Desire, passion and sex, the pretty girl gets whomever she wants. But the uglies only love each other.

The pretty girl cries. She takes the knife that she used to cut her pie, and once more lifts it to her face. She will not be pretty anymore.