Oct 17, 2010 23:14
her bones pushed beneath her skin like tent poles.
a bag of clockwork gears all push and no pull.
i laid my fingers splayed in the ruts of her ribs.
there was nothing between her legs.
just a deep pinhole to match the pupils fo her eyes.
she drank with cracked lips while i pulled on the loose skin of her tit.
i was glad to have turned out the lights.