She-creature

She stood there with a pair of menacing eyes, coffee-stained teeth, dark, cracked and parched lips, long fingers that ended with sharp, sickly yellow nails and skin that have yet to escape puberty’s curse of recurring acne.

She took one of those slender sticks of cigarette, lifted it to her waiting mouth, flicked her lighter over the tip and took a deep breathe of the sweet poison. Her shoulders slowly dropped as she closed her eyes to feel the calming effects of the gray smoke that escaped through her nostrils. Deeply, she inhaled once more through the white stick, her eyes squinting in concentration. After a brief respite, her bottom lip contorted to the left, giving way to liberate more of this sickly perfume.

I watched her every move, captivated both by fear and amazement.

Her unsettling outside appearance reflected only the outmost layer of her distorted spirit. I have never met a creature of her kind before…