Glass splinters of shattered selves once cast off are scraping from within. You look to the cloudy mirror for salvation and you are dark hair swirling against creamy skin. You let your bangs fall in your eyes and for a moment you are her. The glass is cool when you press your lips to it, absorbing your fever heat ( Read more... )

As Jenny talked, Shane found herself studying her lips. The shade of red she had chosen was too harsh against the pallor of her skin. It made her mouth look raw, like a wound. Of course, Jenny often preferred the brazen approach when it came to fashion. And pretty much everything. It was part of what Shane loved about her. She'd definitely ( Read more... )