That eerie afternoon she looked at herself. Swiftly so that she wouldn’t get disheartened. She noticed the thousand lipstick stains the sun had planted on her. Then she saw the place where he had masticated on her once fragile, delicate skin. Now dithering and dilapidated by the devil. She felt her mind blunder, which was better for her. It was better than her having to feel the agony of being a walking broken art piece.