Dangerous Decadence.

The fabric weighed heavily on her skin.
It looked luxurious and soft, but somehow felt forced.
The threads lay against her-
Perfectly aligned,
Magnificently crafted,
But sick with sadness.
The feeling forced its way into her veins;
Tainting the blood that ran through her.
But she looked so elegant!
Beautiful and refined,
There was a glow that emanated from somewhere within-
Until you looked at her eyes.
For a moment, a mere second, they offered a glimpse into the storms of her soul.
Her thoughts were tortured;
This woven garment had possessed her.
She felt the grief that had been injected in the fibers,
The life it sucked out of so many nameless faces.
Fingers that bled, eyes that turned cloudy in the dim light,
And there she stood in the product of their labor.
Suddenly the question of worth entered her mind-
What was more important?