She lays in the deepest, darkest depths of our imagination. She’s beautiful. Almost ethereal. She glows. Flowing, shimmering golden, blond hair. Porcelain-like, snow white skin. Vacant, cold crystal-blue eyes. Full, smooth lips the color of blood. Our blood. She wears a long, white gown with golden glitter. Inside, is where the ugliness lay. Cold, dead, jet black heart. No feelings. No emotions. Her insides are covered in twisted lies. Psychotic thoughts. Horrible jealousy. Envy. Burning hot rage. Empty of feeling. The worst part? She lives in a cage. That’s in a cage. That’s in a cage. That’s in a cage. That’s in a...

She is the person we hide. The person we don’t want anyone to see. But, she lurks. She always right... there...

She is our worst nightmare.