skiNNy iS BaCk.
She strained to tone her abs
He worked hard to get rid of his flabs
She ate everything up for grabs
He ate sugar by slabs
She was stunning and svelte
She was called a slut
He flexed his muscles
He was likened to a mutt
Her stomach demanded a separate seat
His clogged heart could barely beat
They complained about how they got treat
Because keeping fit is no mean feat
The Devil Wears Glares.
She jumped back with a whimper, as a burning beam came crashing down, cracking the floor of her once immaculate and opulent mansion. Tears cracked her exquisite face, marring her beautiful visage like juvenile strokes on a magnum opus.
Her irises drowned in the torrential streams of her sorrow, her sobs had tuned her melodious voice into that of a requiem.
She looked at him imploringly reaching out with her despair. She opened her mouth, bringing forth a voice that played a Grammy-winning, mournful solo on the heart-strings.
"You can't just stand there and watch this inferno. Hel-"
"Indeed, no," he interrupted.
His smile was glacial, as he slipped on his glares and turned his back on her.