She steps into the room, 5 inch heels clipping lightly against the wooden floorboards, barely making a sound. The pink ribbons are slightly undone, and one of the decorative flowers has clearly been torn from the straps.
Her magenta satin kimono is frayed at the edges, ripped along the sleeves. The obi is tied loosely, threatening to fall off at any sudden movement. Her sakura hairpin is untouched.
The azure blue forget-me-nots embroidered into the satin clash with the new blood splatters, dripping, staining the material until they drop down with a small splash onto the ground.
She stares with gorgeous emerald glazed eyes at the shocked crowd awaiting her arrival before letting an unholy howl of laughter escape her reddened and bruised lips. Tears streaming, the carefully applied makeup runs down her face, destroying any shreds of sanity she appears to have retained.
And yet she is still the picture of beauty.
She is beauty in its rawest and purest form.
Authors Note: A drabble I wrote about... a month or two ago? Written without a character in mind, but I wanted to post it, and Sakura was the only girl I could think of ; Anyway, I like how it turned out, and I hope you enjoyed it 3