I'm listening to: Taking Back Sunday - You're So Last Summer

They sit, collapsed, in the corner of the room, dressed in spider's silk and shrouded with a musty stench. They are the colour of pine stained to a vintage finish, warmed by the ray of sunlight entering from a hole in the roof. A breeze chances upon this strange collection; it enters by the broken glass windows, bringing with it the complex but subtle perfume of wildflowers from the roadside. Unveiled, they begin to stir.

The whiskey tones slowly fade to cream, and the leathery surface peels away to a naked marble smoothness. Flesh blossoms on the knobbly white twigs, its unfolding petals of a rosy succulence, extending and wrapping around each twig. When it reaches a supple fullness, a thin layer - velvety and coloured like the outside of an unripe apricot - seals everything in.

As the air thickens with building static, strands of ebony snake their way out of follicles on the bare scalp, falling heavily past the shoulder-blades in the fashion of a waterfall at dusk illuminated by moonlight. The lashline fills with calligraphic strokes to a feathery fullness.

The crimson river that is encaged at its source starts flowing. The lips are flooded to a dull scarlet, and the same flush, with a lower intensity, spills across the cheekbones.

The eyelids flutter open to reveal a piercing electric blue.





p.s. Pffft. It really sucks to explain what you were writing about, but I think it can't be helped. My post is about an ancient, dried up skeleton of a corpse going back in time and filling out with flesh and long lustrous hair again to come back to life. The blue refers to her irises. I honestly hope it was hard to understand more because of the weird subject matter than the writing style.