Explody

She was beautiful, soft pale skin, dark hair flowing around the cold rosey face, full ever so kissable lips, big brown eyes watery and pleading as if she were still alive. She moves so gracefully and swift in her dance, her dance down the river. Her dress trancelusent, as soft and flowing as she, though tattered and torn leaving her exposed for the lucky one to see. The lucky one yes, he will find her and rape her beauty. He will see all, her beautiful dance and the red stained water that carries her,holds her, is her partner. He will see her lovely hands and her dainty wrists, rubbed raw and pink from the rope that is now caught in her hair