sometimes, I...

sometimes, i am lucky enough to have a peek at Luck walking past by. i am not sure exactly who she is, but every now and then i get a glimpse of her. you'd think Luck is someone beautiful, flashing radiant smiles and embracing everyone she comes upon, but oh, you are wrong. too wrong.

she, Luck that is, is an ugly thing. she walks under the shadows created by the looming gray buildings, near the garbage cans and dirty corners where nobody goes. she covers her face with a black veil, so as to make her even more a suspicious character than she already is, making sure nobody casually approaches her. but when one does, he or she will notice a stench that will make one gag, cough and splutter. Luck is not what you think she is. her look alone will run your blood cold, in the way of stepping bare foot on a baby crockroach, accompanied by the crunching noise resulting from the crushed bug. Luck's dirty brownish black hair overflows, covering her shoulders and chest. her eyes are pure black. her teeth are crooked and yellow. her voice makes one shiver, like nails on chalkboard. Luck is not a pretty thing to look at, i tell you. nobody knows where Luck came from, and when she will dissapear. To be lucky, you would have to endure all the horrible things that Luck is.

so now, are you lucky?