The mysterious birthmark, once a contorted shape, has metamorphosed into the stunning silhouette of a sharply pointed mockingbird.
Darker shades of catastrophic lines were etched onto the soft alabaster skin of her back until it eventually fluttered its inky wings spreading in a delicate arc across from her nape to her shoulder blades.
Dull orbs survey the reflection in the mirror to delve deeper into the incompleteness of the illustration, intuitively still waiting for the final stroke to bring it to life.
With grimace, luscious lips parted to draw back a snarl. "You just ruined my body," trimmed nails scratch the dark lines causing them to bloom a cherry tint of blossoms. Her gaze strayed to the right in the mirror pair of amber eyes contained. Again she scratched the blushed skin till it turned red from the harsh treatment.
