anti-eulogy (i hope you stay dead)

st☆rfucker, intro.

penelope 'star' mayfield,

nectar drips from her skin, landing on the tongue who yearns for her sole attention. the innocence whined for more, kissing and sucking at the freckles that was nuzzled by the sun rays, leaving it bright and bruised for her in the morning. star had her adorers wrapped around her finger—crimson always being painted on like blood. she was the epitome of ingénue statuesque and an absolute masterpiece that had tears drifting down the faces of her lovers. "you're a pitiful fuck, you know that..." she'll murmured with a response of affirming pleads and reassuring nods. she was a god of gods. sea salt and angel's trumpets spritzed into the particles of her skin while her eyes were just as tantalizing as the waves. her soul kisses were as soft as dandelions beings dispersed into the sky with a wish attached by sorrowful souls.

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resides in muskogee, ok.
born and raised in waco, tx
on february 14th, 2000.