Joo-Joo-Eyeball

She stood naked in front of her mirror; her pale skin glowing eerily under the flourescent lighting that flooded the half of her room in which the mirror resided. The lights on the other half flickered epileptically; and only when they saw fit to do so. Beneath her feet lay a heap of knotted clothing. So twisted, in fact, that there was no way of determining where one article began and another ended. She stared at herself, her kiwi eyes glazed over and her grapefruit lips quivering; like the last petal on a dying rose. Her copper hair fell in ringlets around her face, mimicking a restored antique picture frame. Vulgar