brown hair in the sun shines red-gold flute playing witch notes rising higher meets the sun
too smart for her own good
too insecure to feel good
winged eyeliner doesn’t smudge anymore. sparkling eyes with sparklier eyeshadow
swing dancing rag doll. words fall out of fingers. too hard on herself. projects anger onto people like a whiteboard
pillow festers with tears.
tea tree oil on everything hugs to feel like she’s worth something somehow the always the object of creepy older guys befriends the wild for thrills ride or die whirling arms and golden face tries too hard dies too hard too much to live for in too little time
invalidation is her achilles heel, but she will insist it’s everyone’s.