The Bearded Lady
Her story etched around her face with deep creases and wrinkles of disappointment and pain. Her eyes were full of wet tears as she tried to forget those harsh words. The beard began curving from beneath her ears following twisty pathways to it’s wellkept home. With the naked eye, you could just barely see the delicate curls, curving around.
The dark raven hair was strikingly combed, and topped with attractive flowers. The lady’s mottled hands were rough and had plenty of burns and scratches. Living in corners of dark alleyways, this was the face of a woman who was disliked by everyone.