On Esther’s Vengeance and the Beauty of Women’s Rage
Esther, you are a queen not because of your physical perfection, but because of the horror and rage you transformed it into.
Beauty is pain.
Has the beauty obscured where you come from? Is this forgetting part of the pain?
beauty is pain
beauty is painbeauty is power.
Beauty is power is pain. Beauty is pain is power.
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