I thought I could breath life into objects she said sadly but it is not in me to do so
do you want a hug? he said stroking her spine he could feel the vertebrae every single one on the way down through the cloth through the skin … the closer to the bone the sweeter the meat he smiled pulling her bra strap.
no I don’t want a fucking hug I want you to listen …just listen she trailed off
I’m listening he said softly : 19 vertebrae ( 12 thoracic,5 lumbar, sacrum and coccyx) out of 33 vertebrae pressed into his rib cage and abdomen the remaining 7 cervical brushed his throat and shoulder as her neck bent. she wanted to cuddle before all the misery spilled out onto the pavement like lard and black glitter in the sun.
I am negative she whispered
“Art comforts the disturbed, and disturbs the comforted.”, has anyone ever told you that before?
well it’s something to comfort you while your dying, her hair was half straw like and half fluffy
where did yo-
it’s none of your business he cut her off sharply he watched her crush a beetle into the concrete with the tip of her shoe, your a cold callous bitch he laughed
no I’m not …she said sadly it was moving in my time of grief. nothing should move
I wish I could eat your pain
you would live for ever she mumbled
wanna get a coffee?
don’t try and save me she sniffed rubbing her face
oh I would never do that he continued nuzzling her neck .Her tears tasted of lime and pepper, I enjoy watching you falling
still guiding me … to where the rocks are she replied staring at the tires of a passing car.
Photo: Sweet face through latex -Deja Novu /GT6 Photography [Tumblr]
Photo: Offering by Drawkill [Deviant Art]