Fingernails fade away like powdered diamonds on a wooden pedestal of scrappy eraser shavings the color of rusty autumn leaves
Ligaments tense up with pressure from the air, thick with grains of crystal salt that make wounds sizzle and crack with more scrutiny towards mindless behavior
Prismatic eyes bobbled atop a thin branch of a spine with limbs that could sustain hurricanes trapped within a pea dangling above clouds of cotton, antagonizing the lion hibernating beneath it
Toes wriggle like worms pinned below clumps of sugary dirt causing moldy cavities between the butterfly gaps of rotten-to-the-core teeth to plunge into the crevasse of melted sunlight
Hair shadowing the shade of dark blue sweaters and corduroy pants, bitten edges from frosty sharks sulking in rippled water buckets filled to the rim with snowflakes floating seamlessly toward the unknown
Eyebrows poised in place with glue, holding an expression of utter disappointment
Lips morosely cracked from a pity of pigeons disguised as vultures circling over detached ears dipped in sour lemonade causing the ankles to pucker up and fall dead with disgust
Bones soaked in blood photographed by veins of a highway escaping death infested bugs littered in lungs that inflate like trash bags, trapped between the pages of a discarded book dehydrated from years mortally stuck in time by the hands of a stone shelf
Eyelashes sewn by the thread of a leather jacket zipper measured by the yardstick of a mechanical pencil seeking comfort in the mundane outlook on life like a ragged cliff piercing your nose and masking it's revolting stench perking your senses magnetizing you toward a jawbreaker that would snap your heart in half
A soul flattened, spitting out melancholy harmonies like those of silky piano keys igniting airwaves that drown fish with razor-sharp hills already electrocuted by a light bulb, and a menacing bellyache sounding like a scream for help but muffled by the black tar sea foaming the ability to absorb emotion and regurgitate it back like a tennis ball match
A brain pruned up from nicotine patches of thought, caffeinated by nothing except the simple fact of falling asleep alone, the ceiling the last face you'll ever have the joy of remembering once a bed transforms itself to a comfortable coffin bidding you an obnoxious farewell
A voice soft and kind as a child's favorite blanket that smells of monochromatic nostalgia, oozing out reassuring words, lacing in hidden meanings only the ignorant could mistake as rough injustice
A/N this was completely random haha
