Sassy Void Kiss Crimson Lids

Oh, you scrolled back. Cute.

I don't have a face. I have features. Features don't need context. They need attention. You're giving me attention. Good start. Bad ending — you'll see.

The red? Not lipstick. Not shadow. It's warning coloration, like poison frogs, like wasps, like things that don't need to hide because they already won. The brows are arched because I heard what you were thinking before you thought it. The lashes are long because I need them to filter out the weak. You're still here. Interesting. Or desperate. Same thing, really.

The lips are pursed because I'm waiting. Not for you specifically. For someone who will finally look long enough to realize the black background isn't empty. It's me. The part I don't show. The part that doesn't need eyes or lips to keep watching. The part that stays when you lock your screen and put me in your pocket.

"Kiss the screen. I dare you. The glass is the only thing keeping me polite."

Crimson Veined Heart Nocturnal Gaze — same attitude, more veins. Red Balloon Reaching Hand — when the lips aren't enough.