Lost Innocence....

Her world is all frills and lace; porcelain dolls and tea parties. She smiles to those around her while she weeps bitterly inside.

His world is brandy and lies; hatred and business. He charms the women who flock to him, while feeling the pit of guilt that never ceases.

They try to show her innocence, not knowing she's no longer innocent. They try to show her the beauty of the garden, not knowing her flower was already plucked.

The women warm his bed not knowing his cannot be sated. His wife takes her place beside him not knowing the truth of what he is.  

She weeps at night, remembering it all so vividly. Her lost purity haunts her, torments her, reminds her of what was ripped away.

He drinks bottles of brandy, remembering his monstrous deed. The memory of her flesh, her scent haunts him and only the drink will bring blissful amnesia.

Father and daughter avoid eyes, words, and the briefest touch. Her shame brings this, his him from guilt. The days pass while they live in their new skins. HE walks the street a drunken monster. She performs the motions of living as a hollow shell of the little girl she once was.