i. before
everything about her was light,
soft,
inviting.
her voice was gentle,
her eyes calm.
she walked
as if she was floating,
and her lips
were always curved
into a sweet smile.
she often wondered
how anything could go wrong.
ii. after**
everything about her was dark,
broken,
toxic.
her voice was venomous,
her eyes piercing.
she walked
as if she'd had a bit too much to drink
and her lips
were always curved
into a sour scowl.
she often wondered
how she lost herself.
(a.m.)
so i wrote this a few days ago, and i wanted to show how one experience or one event can change someone drastically. the first part was inspired by a waitress that i met in Montreal. weird, i know.