The freckles on her back resembled constellations, so many tiny light freckles mixed with a couple of dark bigger spots that acted as planets in the sea of stars.
Her shoulder blades like wings, forever too obvious. The skinniness did this to her, or was it the world that did this, mistaking her for an angel, stopping the wings to flow from her back the last second.
Light touches of her neck, may be mistaken by a lover, but it's only her herself. Only someone in love with her would touch her so delicately. So that's why she transitions into shoving her fingers into her neck and feeling slight pain.
Skinny fingers near the collar bone that was once broken. The only bone she has ever broken, yet also her favorite one. So fragile, just like her.
I am in love with skin.