For Camp Potter- Arts & Crafts.
Prompts : glitter, bound, broken
You hear her w/i/n/d/c/h/i/m/e laugh long after she's gone.
Her scent still lingers on your skin, your pillow
the sweater she stole six months ago and just got around to giving back.
She smells of eucalyptus and earl grey tea
and places that aren't here.
But here is all you've known
and right now you can't even see;
the glitter in her smile has left
(s)(p)(o)(t)(s)
before your eyes
and it will be weeks before they're gone.
In fact, it might be just enough time before she comes back around.
She always does.
But Lily is too flighty of a bird to stay in one place for long
and you'd like to think that she thinks of you as Home
and that's the reason why you stay,
when really, the part of you that isn't fooling yourself,
the part of you that isn't star struck and speechless
or blinded by white teeth /against/ your
too-dark-to-be-a-Weasley skin
knows that you are just a constant,
just a Plan B,
just someone she can fall back on
because falling is the only thing she's good at lately.
And fixing broken things is your field of expertise, isn't it, Roxy?
Always picking up p|i|e|c|e|s and
healing hearts of glass with a bit of spellotape
and kisses on freckled foreheads
and letting fingers wander where they're not supposed to
because people pleasing means giving giving giving
and let's not be selfish, dear.
So you fix her broken wings,
let her fly to wherever the wind or whimsy takes her
because she's bound to come back
(eventually)
while you count the spots before your eyes,
play connect the d.o.t.s. and
create a map on the inside of your eyelids of all the places
that you haven't seen,
imagining your constant flying free
without a care in the world
and wondering
what that must feel like.