Imprisoned Thoughts

This Girl

This girl... She has a novel written in her skin. I read it from time to time. She guides my hands over the etch marks. I understand. All the things her mouth failed to say were carefully marked on the curves at her waist. Every day there was a new chapter. I was the main character. Sometimes the conflicts were bad. But fairytales really do exist. Because there was always a happy ending. Her body is braille. And she is a novel. That i will spend a life time trailing every finger over the etched canvas that makes her the masterpiece.