Erased

I'm an outline; a simple mold filled with the best intentions.

 

I have a heart, although cracked and damaged, it still retains warmth.

 

My hair is short, black, and lifeless straw.

 

My eyes are a rusted, dull, calming green.

 

My skin's fair, soft, pale, and freckle-dusted.

 

My lips, fissured and desolate, left with a pulse but no trace of life.

 

My body curvaceous; a devoid Botacelli.

 

Vivacious and once brilliant time has jaded me.

 

I'm flawed, smudged, and faded.

 

Forgotten and lost.

 

One swipe, then two, three.

 

 

 

I'm erased.