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Pure WhiteLace
By SteffiSevenfold

 


I rake my hand down my face, picking at my lips with my sharp fingernails.

This is a daily thing for me.

I'm so beautiful, it's unbearable.

My eyes sparkle like green jewels, only found in the finest soils.

My hair falls in my face, black wisps of sleek shine across a pale canvas.

My pink lips pout. They invite you in and make you want to embrace these two metal hoops spearing them.

My button nose is the perfect shape. The bullring through the middle makes me intimidating.

My thin fingers run down my soft, baby like cheek before caressing my long neck which I crane to the side.

When I crane my neck, it makes my collar bones stick out. It shows blue veins under translucent white skin.

My fingers run further down.

They trip over the top of my shirt, tugging it down just the slightest. That reveals a chest piece. Painted on a canvas.

My fingers roam down.

They stumble in the wrinkles of my black Jack Daniels shirt. Then they tug the bottom of my shirt up.

I look into the mirror at my stomach.

It's pale and smooth. Skinny fat.

Not toned, but skinny.

My finger dips into my belly button then runs down the faint signs of a happy trail to my waistline.

These beautiful fingers trail along the top of my sweatpants from hip to hip.

I shiver.

“Zacky!,”

I look up, dropping my shirt so it meets the drawstrings of my sweats.

“You're gonna be late for college!”

My head turns towards the stairs.

Mom says I'm a lovely young boy, but she doesn't see just how lovely I am.

She doesn't see the magical beauty of me.

I sigh and strain my eyes to see myself in the mirror while my head is turned to the stairs.

I find such solace in my reflection.

My jaw line is firm, the bone jutting out and making my features defined.

I sigh again and rip my eyes from the mirror, walking through my doorway and to my room.

I tug my shirt off and can't help but run my eyes down my chest and stomach.

My hip bones just barely stick out, but it's just the right amount.

I reach into my closet and pull out the first shirt I see.

A black shirt with silver writing. It says Turn This Corner on the back.

I pull my grey sweatpants off and leave them on the floor.

My boxer briefs cling to my waist, thighs and bulge.

I step over my abandoned sweats and grab a pair of blue jeans, torn at the knee.

I pull those on and slide a black Audio belt through the loops of my jeans.

I slip my sandals on my feet, necklaces on my neck, aviators on my face and rings on my pale fingers.

I check myself in the mirror again and smirk, one of my lip rings following the curve of my lip as I do so.

My cheek indents in a cute fashion. My signature smirk.

I look innocent and devious all at the same time.

I'm so innocent to you. I'm so beautiful to the keen eye.

Mom is so proud of her handsome, alternative model like son.

I draw women in. I draw men in.

Babies want me to cradle them.

Animals want me to nurture them.

Feeble seniors want me to play checkers with them and kiss them on the cheek.

But looks can be oh so deceiving.

While you sleep, mom. While you sleep, world.

I feast.

It's never ending and I'm on top of the food chain.

When night comes, my beautiful pale skin disintegrates and I'm a mask of horror.

The torn muscle in my chest offends you.

The rotting teeth in my face terrifies you.

The rising tendons in my arms makes you worry.

My skinny fat body is gone, and I'm muscle and bone, tendons and blood vessels.

You could poke my heart if you dared. No one gets that close though.

I'm so beautiful, so perfect to the human eye.

But in the zombie world, my world, I'm just your average boy.

- - - - -

FINALLY! A ZOMBIE STORY!

I love zombies c:

They're where it's at.

OKAY.

So again, first person to review gets a chapter of their favorite story and a dedication.

Tell me what story in the review? :D

ALSO!

Everybody everybody, send me the funniest comic strip, joke, or picture you know of.

:DDDDDD

 

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