She wears a crown of
customizable thorns,
it fits beneath her
shining halo.
Artfully applied mud
conceals blemishes,
but otherwise shows off
the radiance of her skin.
Whitened teeth
are sharpened,
all the better to
eat you, my dear;
being a martyr
is hungry work.
About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.