From nenia
my doppelgangress wearing a tight dress in distress hair a mess like her life wrapped in dark sheets she writhes between like poison ivy leaves that leave a rash and urge to itch this burning sensation makes her want to scream with all her might although small framed her heart is so tall it hurts for her beating chest to behind over in embrace once again afraid it might break so fragile while so hungry for touch she bears a tattoo that says suffer much? but she'll try to crack a smile and reach out her hand enticing you to some far off land a dream you can see burning in the depths of her eyes even the abuse of years can't disguise and she may be one of the angels prone to falling yet if you wish on that far off star you know she'll hear you calling