Ophelia.Long, matchstick legs that meet with leather boots.
Encased in fishnet, spread out and scarred,
Her name, Ophelia, goddess of the damned.
A broken teen with a burning cigarette
Clenched between her lips.
Gentle hands, weary eyes, a contagious, wild smile.
I watch, entranced, the belt tight around her arm
Blue branches and bone, calling out to death.
A needle enters, a thin splice of metal pain
Piercing her delicate, ivory skin.
Then, she feels, everything...
Nothing, all again.
OblitusAuri 18-21, F 3 Responses 1 May 28, 2010