Her Beautiful, Poetic Decay

The femme fatale speaks with the deceased, usurping hushed secrets buried six feet under. To a few like-minded strangers, she's equipped with an amiable grin rewarded only to fitting servants of death. Her victims tend to freeze whenever she turns a new page in her book; even if they no longer breathe. Past her lips spills poetry, some unsettling and some unfavorable with grim details best left darkened. She desires to share her art till decay beautifies her whilst questioning many: Will you learn the tragedy of each skeleton she's indefinitely locked away?