--Finery

Left, I walked to her. Susan had always had beautiful skin, not quite dark, and not quite fair, just an in between. Stuck within the realm of fair skinned, and dark skinned. Beautiful black, yet not quite it, and for years her skin was my goal. But Susan, lain on her bed, although dressed in luxury, with hair of great quality on her head, had lost her lustre. Her skin glowed all the same, and her graceful carriage still won out regardless of all which had been done to destroy it. Yet, clothed in all finery, her eyes offset the illusion of perfection. Her eyes spoke of that which she’d tried to remain mute about, they now lacked their sheen, bereft of life.

“Susan. I am here for you. I will always be here for you, my parents too, my siblings. You are never alone. But to help you, I need to know what’s up. I don’t like how dead your eyes are. Please, talk. If it’s beyond explanation, remember, my mother basically leaves in church. We are here for you, we’ll always be willing to help.”