she had hair that looked like straw dipped into ink round icy eyes that sagged downwards flat eyelashes that floated straight outwards her cheeks always pulled down into a frown her papery hands folded into each other a finger decorated with a dull silver band
lately it feels like i'm not real all i am is a set of sleepy eyes and an airy mind spectating and thinking my body floats when i walk the only thing weighing me down are my thoughts i hold the flame up to my bony wrist sear my skin leave a rusty mark that reminds me of how i can't feel anything anymore