Current Residence: Chicago|
Operating System: XP
Shell of choice: conch
Wallpaper of choice: the kind from willy wonka
Skin of choice: potato
Favourite cartoon character: Daria
and so...She got a tattoo on her backand so... by withbrokenteeth
Black feathered wings
o u t s t r e t c h e d
across her white shoulder blades.
I shivered when she showed me.
Her eyes were closed, I saw in the mirror.
The ring in her lip shone red hot like metal roofing in August.
The lids lifted, slowly, her eyelashes framing
[[perfection and beauty]]
like a window with a view of the ocean.
The edges of her perfect pale lips curve upward, and she smiles.
I see her knees curl up to her chest, and she closes her walls again.
Her hair covers her face, like a veil, then her green eyes open and flash with life.
Freckles across her nose and cheeks.
That's what it makes me think of.
She is an unfinished poem.
She's brunette, like my first six string, and she offers me plastic stars and vanilla flavoured kisses.
She's smeared mascara and bloody noses. She's pierced ears and inked skin. She's sweat and blood, and anger and pain.