LadyLilith-Mirae

sometimes, he traced invisible pictures on her back, sliding his fingers though the hills and valleys of her ribcage and crawling down each of the vertebrae in her dinosaur backbone. she usually stopped him when he got to the sixteenth or seventeenth - the bitter melody he was playing on the keys of her spine brought tears to her liquid eyes, huge and sad and surrounded by shadows the colour of deep seawater and crystal bruises. when she was upset, he tried to hug her all better, willing warmth into her cold frame. he could hardly feel the pressure of her hug back: her fragile arms never had the strength to

A beggar girl begins to dance She's dancing on cut feet Shedding blood for sixpence She's begging to be seen By the old man with tip in hand Blind as a burrowed mole Seeing not she can't withstand The pain each step cajoles Two blind eyes make one deaf mind He will never know And if he did, would he be so kind As to return the love she shows? So she works her wounds upon her stage A mash of grit and blood She twirls and bows to earn her wage While grimacing smiles for his love

You're chin is a grammatical error because I know your smile could be so much wider, so much more punctual. Smiles like awkward teen question marks, grins like merry-go-round commas. Pursed lips like passion fruit periods, Finish my sentence.