This is for Camp Potter- Arts & Crafts
Prompts: firefly, nowhere, and heartbeat.
Lily Potter is a
world
class
act.
She is
head held high
and
arms spread wide,
all charm and fiery wit,
the flames you might jump through
if you could only get up enough
nerve.
(But nerve is for Gryffindors right, Scorpius?)
Sometimes you think
her s.m.i.l.e is meant for you,
but deep down you know
it's only {wishful thinking}
and all of this is just for show.
She walks her =tightrope=
without a safety net
because she likes the way
danger
feels b/e/t/w/e/e/n her toes.
likes the adrenaline
in her veins
of just knowing that there is
nowhere to go
but
d
o
w
n.
Likes to astonish
the onlookers with just how
balanced
she is
and she doesn't need anyone
to catch her.
No.
Lily Potter falls for nobody,
and as far as she's concerned
you are .:nothing:.
but another adoring fan,
just a [face] in a crowd
waiting for the moment
her knees give way
or when the /weight of the world/
on her shoulders
finally becomes too much for the line
she toes
so expertly.
But if you were to
come just a little closer
you would see
hands that ShAkE
like the last leaves of autumn
and you would hear
the crescendo of her heartbeat
the UnStEaDy rhythm
of a scared shitless child
forced to grow up too fast
rapid and loud as cannon fire.
One day you wonder if she'll ::explode::
or maybe, she'll take a bow
and then a
l
e
a
p
because Lily Potter doesn't fall
(no, never falls)
but if you could somehow get closer,
just a little closer
you would see
the way she
looks down and
flashes her firefly s.m.i.l.e
fleeting but oh, so bright
caught in a glass jar to be
gawked at
and
((suffocated.))
You would see
that she's sick
so very sick
of being
Lily Potter.