If eyes are windows to the soul, then what is your mouth?
The greeness of her skin was only slightly dulled by the dirt on the window she stared out of. It was too humid to go outside today, so she was stuck staring outside, thinking.
What if you don't have a soul? What would eyes be then?
"Get away from the window, you'll convince Old Lady Wither that she's seen a demon again," came her mother's voice from the other room.
She studied the outside world once more: the shapely green trees, young and fresh, flowers just starting to bloom, clouds moving lazily across the azure sky, casting dark shadows over the ground. It was beautiful. It was grotesque.
How she hated it. She considered running away.
You can run, but the scars you can never hide.
Things came full circle everytime. She was always running in them, contradicting herself.
"The sun screams louder at night, my Green Hell," Melena called for her.
And to think I was on the way to losing myself again...