her mother was to be a nun, her father was a satanist.
they grew up together in the sin of their sins in a house on a hill in cottage country with a graveyard in the back and a former mortuary living room - old doctor's house.
her pearl skin flushes red after one glass of white wine, she is sweet and mild beloved like her tea and cake, eyes wide.
divine balance, this one; incarnate of our modern love, beatified in china cups.
