Kayla tasted like too many skittles at once and exploded in your mouth in all the shades of all the colours, in every spectrum like a supernova over-charged
and she just had that twinkle in her eye when she asked
'can you taste the rainbow?'
She didn't mean it provocatively, or in any jaunty manner, she simply wanted to know if her pink lemonade lip-gloss danced on your taste buds the way your strawberry-Ribena breath sinks into the pores lining her tongue. She kissed like the way you imagined stars implode, all at once and so stunning it makes you breathless.
she melts like pure chocolate under her mothers scrutinizing gaze but the worst flaw she has is not being able to stop playing with her angel delight. And like
too much oxygen she makes you feel light headed but your lungs wouldn't contract without her. She's refreshing And unusual and just so
real.
Kayla skips between cobble-stones and keeps pinky-promises to the end. She cherishes colours with obscure names, and use crayons with the glitter laced through or the scents that make her giggle, Alien Armpit being her favourite and you take her hand and avoid breathing through your nose because the smell is just weirdand stays in your nostrils for days.
kayla slips between falling, fall leaves and she whispers
one:two:three;
days worth of luck as she catches them and clenches her fists in victory.
you left that superstition behind years ago, but love the shining of her cheeks, scrunched up from her smile
so you start to count
one:two:.
Kayla covers your eyes from behind and shines in your pupils at the same time. She believes in sweet embraces and surprise hugs. She jangles when she dances, from the million bangles spanning her thin wrist, and the one most special key she holds.
the one key that if any one else held, it would petrify you to the point where you fall down and shriek;
inhale.scream.inhale.scream.inhale.scream.
and then all the colours would flash beneath your eye-lids in a pattern reminiscent of the aurora borealis.
But this Is Kayla,
the girl with honest irises and blood rushrushrushing through her veins and ohgod, guess what.
it stays there.
Kayla is home.
Kayla is
Pure
Utter
ecstasy
painted into honesttogod dungarees
and haloed ringlets.
Adding your comment:
I need to write again...>.< maaaan this is just so awesome I love all the little things you did like 'rushrushrushing' and 'inhale.scream.inhale.scream...' just wow hun 
