"Describe me"
"Describe me", he says.
He practically whispers it in my ear, spider legs crawl along my spine.
Brown hair, not very dark, but not light either. Cut short, so short the feeling of small spikes, buzzed.
Skin, pale. A living color yet light enough to see through when searched for.
Eyes are hazel, closer to brown. I wonder if they have ever cried since back then? Not black orbs that are too dark for any light, but neither light enough to see something shoking behind them. Muddied, an aray of colors, which color is true?
Nose is standard but used to smelling blood I bet, like a shark.
Lips pursed into a thin, pink line. Do you ever smile or only wear that mischeivous and knowing smirk?
Body and limbs, strong and long, fidgeting at your sides.
Hands, so cold but burn everything you touch. Your hands can heal as much as they bruise. Put a comforting touch on a wounded knee, then reach a little higher.
Higher and higher, hands are never satisfied, always hungry, always wanting more. Touching things that they are not allowed to touch.
Breath burns my skin.
I exhale and speak.
