...A somnumbulant adolescent with a wild dye-job would be what it appeared as the girl walked bare foot amongst rocky terrain without a jab of pain to awaken her to her environment and bloodied feet.
Lashes so low as to brush the crest of high cut cheeks, the delicate fold of skin creased as though in concentration on what was imprinted, shadow or light, on the back of those lids that dull pupils stared vacantly before.
Her stride was long, her feet smoothing over stone as a maiden across a pebble laden stream bed. It was an unusual grace that accompanied her towering height, though vulnerable in this meander without sight, it propelled her quickly, and her ears, somewhere, somehow, were pricked to surrounds in her passing. The sheer light of moon and strips of shadows casting funhouse mirrors in her paramnesiac dreaming augury and distraction. A pause, and the girl was stiff backed and straight, masculine in her demeanor so tall and forboding, though where light managed to outdo the dark, her fixed expression of confusion was ripe, on stark features; her eyes opened were but blank, blue gulches, gaping with liquid colour. Straight ahead was dark rock and air that sang with coolness.
Ghost.
Girl.
She collapsed, then, as though her eyes had overdosed on imagery, and she was thus a lone shape, sprawled white and red, in this wilderness of competitive light.
Her body echoed with sadness, and frailty.
Lashes so low as to brush the crest of high cut cheeks, the delicate fold of skin creased as though in concentration on what was imprinted, shadow or light, on the back of those lids that dull pupils stared vacantly before.
Her stride was long, her feet smoothing over stone as a maiden across a pebble laden stream bed. It was an unusual grace that accompanied her towering height, though vulnerable in this meander without sight, it propelled her quickly, and her ears, somewhere, somehow, were pricked to surrounds in her passing. The sheer light of moon and strips of shadows casting funhouse mirrors in her paramnesiac dreaming augury and distraction. A pause, and the girl was stiff backed and straight, masculine in her demeanor so tall and forboding, though where light managed to outdo the dark, her fixed expression of confusion was ripe, on stark features; her eyes opened were but blank, blue gulches, gaping with liquid colour. Straight ahead was dark rock and air that sang with coolness.
Ghost.
Girl.
She collapsed, then, as though her eyes had overdosed on imagery, and she was thus a lone shape, sprawled white and red, in this wilderness of competitive light.
Her body echoed with sadness, and frailty.