MasterpieceHe wrote his love across herRose petal wrists, in the teethMarks on her bottom lip and inThe curves of her hips.He wove his promises through theLoom of her vertebrae, star dustPoetry and godly metaphors dancingThrough the labyrinth of her bones,To settle in her lungs and be exhaledWith the will-o-wisp of of her breathing.She wore his signature, inked intoHer parchment skin - she was hisMasterpiece[and she knew it.]
Ghost Character SheetName: Lily Marie BaxterNickname: GhostGender: FemaleAge: 17D.O.B: June 8thRace: HumanOrientation: HeterosexualHair: Between thick and thinHair Color: AuburnHair Length: Below her shoulderbladesHair Style: Left downEye Color: Soft chocolate brownFacial Structure: Round with a slight heart-shapeFacial Features: Botton nose, rounded chin, medium-thick eyebrows (arched)Build: On the chubby sizeSkin Tone: PaleHeight: 5'5Scars: NoneClothing: Loose-fitting jeans, t-shirts, and tennis shoes Accessories: She's usually seen with a scarf in all weather.Birthmark: A freckle-like mark on her left hip Scars: A few scars scattered all over, one in particular on her neck and shoulder (recieved during a car accident, was cut by the seatbelt) Personality: Ghost is a sweet girl, but can be very shy. The accident she w
Never (Ever) LandThere's love in those supernova eyes,In those dimples at the small of yourBack, in the cream-and-sugar tones ofYour s k i n.That cinnamon tongue drips poetry,Coloring these collarbones with sickly-sweetMetaphors & filling this heart withThe will to fly, and I,I'll fly straight on til morning,To the second star on the rightWith your poetic promises guidingThese wings.
Believeri.she counts his scars withmatchstick fingers, soft sulfurnails tracing 'i love you' onevery one of his faults.ii.it's so easy to mark hisparchment skin, and she etchesher own insignia beside theones that already haunt his mind.iii.she whispered, "never let those fuckersget to you." - he shuddered againsther ink-stained tongue and believed,believed, believed her to be true.iv."Rise to the top of the world, love.I'll be your armour."
Hide AwayShe bares her skin and countsThe sins written across the starkWhite of her ribs, the unholy truthsThat wind down her sharp-edged spine.She confides her secrets to theRoses blooming through her collarbones,Inks her prayers into their petalsAnd weaves their thorns into crowns.This is her kingdom come, the demonsDancing with the stars in her irisesWhile the ivy hides the scars onHer fingertips.[The same scars that hold her story,Hidden yet alive in the same breath.]
Clockwork PoetryThose clockwork fingers writePoetry along her tired bones,The names of heroes and dragonsSinking into her parchment skin.She takes their stories and foldsThem into origami stars, stringingThem along collarbones stained byProse and midnight kisses.She knows all too well the marksLeft by the quill won't fade withThe ink.