She has flowers on her chest, bones in her face, and colors that seem to burn against the dark. She looks a little wild, a little broken, but she is still beautiful in her own way. Maybe she has seen hard times. Maybe she just likes being different. She doesn't try to hide her dark side or make herself look perfect. She knows that beauty isn't always soft, and that even the darkest things can have color. Maybe there is a little beauty in being dark, in being different, in finding your own way through life. She doesn't need to be saved or changed. She is who she is, and somehow, even death looks beautiful on her.