Jacinta

 Smelling you, I grasp tightly unto you nails dug deep into you, cause I'm about to devour my beautiful -red flower,- I'll pluck every insecurity, any doubts any disbelief in this belief, -will be ceased.

Jacinta, was the name given to this rare flower. As -she embodied exactly the meaning of her name, "Beauty." Some women admired her beauty from afar, -whilst many would stand a distance, -eyes becoming sore, snickering amongst themselves envious. The men wouldn't dare to approach her, their eyes only feast on her, filling lusty minds with lustful thoughts. - seconds eat away their quick thrill.

As she makes her way over, to a vendor selling roses. She plucks one, as embraces the sweet aroma- silence came over all secret admirers. A monstrous shadow emerged behind Jacinta she looks to the vendor's eyes his pupils blossomed- as silence consumed him. She turns- to see a beast, looking down at her this beast was named Emir, what once was told as a fable- came to be truth to those around. Jacinta, smiled at the beast whereas the others feared.

Emir stood reaching out for her, - gasps echoed throughout. The rose, Jacinta held admiring, - she offered to beast Emir, -his hands gently took of the rose her rose. He then smiled revealing his pearly white, razor sharp teeth. Then, suddenly Emir began to shrink not only shrink, he began to change in his appearance. Jacinta, and everyone watched as the fable told was their reality beast Emir, was as his name-"Prince". - only beauty could break the curse cast upon him, Jacinta.