Cherry colored blisters.
Blueberry shaded bruises.
An over dramatic tone.
A smile that shines like the sun.
Out of breath she can't help it.

Nervousness gives her butterflies.
The bright lights make her shiver.
The dust floating through the air gives her goosebumps.
She can only see the shadows of the viewers.
With a large gulp she swallows.

Like a fish out of the ocean she grasps for a breath of fresh air. She shivers in her own skin, heart can't beat any faster. If she lost her head I don't think she'd find it. In spite of her appearance she really does have emotions. She just doesn't carry on like the others. She's not your average child, she can't see color but she can feel it. She can't cry tears but she can shout them. She can't bleed because she has no blood, does this make her different? Of course it doesn't... it shouldn't. Don't look at me all weary and hazed tell me what I am and why I'm like this. Give me a moment to obnoxiously laugh it off, its not too hard but I'll make sure I reach the moon. Sit on its surface and sing my Siren songs. I'll try not to kill the space sailors only if they should promise not to venture too close.

Green clouds.
Blue clouds.
White moon.
Sad girl.
Monster.
Over welcoming her stay.