#piper

from far away you see a girl. she’s pretty and dressed up, but her makeup and her clothes are a little too dark, a little too flashy, for this look to be regarded as suitable. however those who would judge her can not deny the effort she put in.

up close, her eyes are hazy. they’re a color you can’t quite place, made all the more difficult by the glitter, sharp lines, and shimmering colors that adorn them, masking truth they don’t want revealed.

the voice that comes from their glossy black lips is deeper than expected, and though its tone is low it commands attention. those who know what she is stand in awe and support of her power. those who do not know her are entranced by her peculiarities, wondering how they can shave her down to fit into their worlds.

one tries to snatch at her and she dances out of the way, giggling, alert. they could feel the hunger radiating from his stare before he even realized he was staring. he makes contact with her hand and she whips around, her boots holding firm on the ground, and commands he let her go. he does. he stares into the fire of their gaze and seems to come to some sort of understanding that something isn’t quite right under the glitter and the gloss. he takes a step back and is swallowed into the crowd.