"it's wrong. it's stupid. but it's feels perfect."
*~*~*~*~*~*
the looks she got from him made her quiver with anticipation.
the gazes he rested upon her bruised body were earth shattering.
and they weren't even together.
the boy who had watched her in art class did the same as she flicked her wrist in swirl motion,
dipping into the red paint.
it was always her favorite color to use on body portraits.
her picture was of a black female, with a stinged afro atop her head.
there were colors splattered around her messily,
creating patterns on patterns of beautiful cascades.
it was breath taking.
the boy still watched her.
studying her every move.
the curve of her cloth covered hips.
her out stuck tongue.
the indent of her cheeks when she bit the inside,
and the crinkles that creased her lips.
the gap.
it fascinated him.
he'd never seen it before.
the color of her eyes.
pale.
pale... green.
like an army jacket color.
bored.
dead.
consumed by things that ruined them.
he also took notice of her neck.
marks.
redish purple marks plastered onto her skin.
it was the shape of a heart.
crosses and slashes against it.
so he drew her in red.
sincerely, m a r a.
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Sincerely, Mara. {Wattys2015}
Short StoryStory #1 in the 'The Hourglass Effect' series. She forgot it was an act. That it was a lie. She forgot that she's broken, and can't fall in love. So she made him fall for her . Made him think she was perfect. But what she didn't know, was that the...
