notes ;; i'm on a bit of a posting spree, now, aren't i? this one shot is absolutely random, crazy, weird... but i felt like i had to write it, the idea was so prominent in my head. hope you guys enjoy :)
firework beneath the stars
massie's not like the rest, not like the others, not so obliviously average. she's dedicated to being such a [bright star, shiny star, wish upon a star star] when her heart wants her to be a [bad girl, dangerous bitch, motorcycles + cigarette ashes].
she's only mean when she wants to be, has to be, thinks it'll stop her from
destructing the pale ribboned skin of hers, tiny little stitches that whisper to each other.
when she meets you, she's very mean.
ew, you play soccer?
sipped her coffee with cubes of cold, flipped the satin of her hair, locked elbows with cocoa-skin alicia.
and you just nod because that's the direction your neck is taking you, the compass swinging violently north, when you want it to
slow to a stop.
so you've forgotten a day, week, month later that mean, cruel massie block in all of fiery bitchiness until she whispers words of wisdom in your ear.
hello, cam. i know you like me.
tickles your ear with her mirror lips, leaves a cinnamon + berry mark on your skin.
i like you too.
all of a sudden she's bare, so so so bare, pale lips and eyes and hair and oh, that tiny waist.
she's bare except for the wish that floats out of her lips, the tangle of thorns that sits in her hair, the pinprick of blood that trickles down her cheek,
just like a tear.
maybe massie's trying too hard to be a bright star, shiny star, wish upon a star star.
because to you, she's a firework beneath the stars.
notes ;; i have no idea what the fuck this is, but it came very naturally, so i'm taking that as a good sign that my insufferable case of writer's block is clearing up? either way, reviews are appreciated :)