living with the lights off
She has the most delicate bones you've ever seen.
Sometimes you think about breaking them with a crack and a pop and a beautiful long scream. You think about putting them to your lips and sucking the marrow out. You think about her blood and your stomach acid, churning powerful inside of you, making the two of you into one in the most primal way of all -- even before love and sex, there was instinct and hunger.
Other times you think of preserving those fragile bones, waiting patiently until the flesh has starved and dropped away, until the sun has bleached what remains until it's pure, brand new and ancient all at once. Pearly and snow white, you think of putting her in a glass coffin on display, a monument for just you to see.
And still other times, rare times that come only while you bathe your cold blood in open sunshine, you think of touching those bones, feeling them smooth and perfect on your fingertips. She's naught but bones already, the thin skin in between wouldn't make a difference. You think about the curve to her neck and are repulsed, you think of the notches in her spine and exhale with want.
Three desires pull at your heartstrings, and then you snap.
Sometimes you think about breaking them with a crack and a pop and a beautiful long scream. You think about putting them to your lips and sucking the marrow out. You think about her blood and your stomach acid, churning powerful inside of you, making the two of you into one in the most primal way of all -- even before love and sex, there was instinct and hunger.
Other times you think of preserving those fragile bones, waiting patiently until the flesh has starved and dropped away, until the sun has bleached what remains until it's pure, brand new and ancient all at once. Pearly and snow white, you think of putting her in a glass coffin on display, a monument for just you to see.
And still other times, rare times that come only while you bathe your cold blood in open sunshine, you think of touching those bones, feeling them smooth and perfect on your fingertips. She's naught but bones already, the thin skin in between wouldn't make a difference. You think about the curve to her neck and are repulsed, you think of the notches in her spine and exhale with want.
Three desires pull at your heartstrings, and then you snap.