She pins every last strand of mahogany rain back onto her head under a clip in the shape of a blue and pink fish carcass. With green leaves for fins. The dark waves of her hair are barely contained in the ponytail that cascades smoothly down her narrow back.
She looks at herself critically, as though performing a quality check. An appraisal - she could have been examining her long face for defects. As her eyes run over the high forehead, full lips and high cheekbones; she can't help hearing the words as they echo through the crumbling walls of her memory. All the whispers in the shadows. She tries to evade being overwhelmed by the sharp sting of pain that courses through her veins like poison from a lethal injection.
The too-long socks, the austere expression, the bulky shoes and long skirt. The confident gait; utterly mismatched with the clumsy, too-large schoolbag and floppy ponytail. The uniform that effortlessly and effectively turns her into a circus exhibit. She passes by them, one by one. Sexy hairstyles, short skirts, colourfully made up eyes and blushing cheeks. Wounded hearts, masks and marionnettes. Whispers in the shadows.
The too-long socks, the austere expression, the bulky shoes and long skirt. The confident gait; utterly mismatched with the clumsy, too-large schoolbag and floppy ponytail. The uniform that effortlessly and effectively turns her into a circus exhibit. She passes by them, one by one. Sexy hairstyles, short skirts, colourfully made up eyes and blushing cheeks. Wounded hearts, masks and marionnettes. Whispers in the shadows.
She steps into the sunshine.
This is beautiful..I like how you write =)
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