It’s nothing new; keeping it sweet on the surface and twisted and dark underneath. But who’s to say she can’t swap the roles? Maybe for once she can be clementine sweet underneath her leather exterior. Vulnerable and passionate, her mask is as thin as the paper she puts her citrus fruit in. She was never one to follow the leader, always dancing to herself and smiling, smirking, listening, learning. She took what she heard and what she saw and wore it on her skin, taking the deeper meaning and storing it away in a box in the deepest crevice of her soul that even she didn’t have the key to. She plays to no man”s rules, citing the devil as a fashion influence and laughing dismally as people compliment her on her sugary sweet interior. She knows no man’s games, lives in no man’s land and sings to no man’s melody. She is what she wants because it’s everything they tell her not to be. Her sultry surface is no comparison to the hidden pearls of light she hides underneath. She may not glow on the surface, but there’s a reason she glows underneath.