Weeping Cherubim

Maybe you all know that I am a campus journalist ever since I entered high school and I am freaking proud about it. Unfortunately, I did not won on the individual contest I joined (feature writing) so I have not wrote any articles again since last month. And as I was about to write again for our school paper, it seems like my mind was drained. So I decided to take a warm up before writing my final article... and here is the product.

She is but a simple girl.
The wind swifts gently through her face making her hair cover her whole identity. She is a normal girl who stares at the moon blankly, dreaming that someday, it will raise her up from the dark abyss she is in.

She is but a lassie with perfect curves, with tantalizing eyes, kissable lips, endearing smile and an impeccable face of an angel… yet she has nothing. Darkness overwhelms the lovely creature she is seeing through the one way mirror, and there is no way she can escape this fact. But instead of having another dramatic moment that would soon be put into waste, she has a lot more things to do. For about an hour or two, she would be holding a handful of valuable papers, which she would exchange for another chapter of her precious life.

The red lipstick makes her more gorgeous, but less human. The tight dress that covers her whole body is obviously not enough to cover the mayhem of juvenility. The pastels that should conceal the worst have in fact highlighted it. She is the most beautiful disaster one could ever imagine.

As she slowly takes off her clothes, she is also ripping off half of her life. With the invisible blindfold she has over the agonizing truth, she has to lose everything to win another day of catastrophes. Together with the tempting sound of silence, she would have to groove her way and captivate the minds of possible money makers, whom might be a collection of adulterers, maniacs and a whole lot more. Cheers would be thrown upon her, yet she would feel an engulfing load of despair. A blended feeling of pain, sadness and melancholic aura all rolled into one. An endless nightmare indeed.

She is but a simple girl- clutched into the darkness… stripped off from the innocent life she should have… and shackled with the criticisms of society. But behind the tempting devil in flame, lies the weeping cherubim she has to conceal to survive life’s tornadoes.

So what you think? hehehe :)