Nessie and her dead eyes

I connected with her.

I never really had until recently. Her name is Nessie. And she’s a portrait on my wall. 

She’s quite judgemental for lack of better explanation. She’s kind of a melodramatic bitch really. She stares at you with her dead eyes wondering when the next laugh might be. She sits there staring like we’re one in the same, except I’m here painting her portrait while she doesn’t give a shit.

With her eggshell ruffled dress and her hair clipped up in a tamed nest like she’s got something to prove. The tassels of her hair frame her face in a lazy swirl; like they don’t give a shit either. She encompasses everything plain and ordinary. She blows a bubble and it’s pink and that’s what I hate most about her.. that and she’s better than me. 

Even though I’m not exactly sure how.