ana tomical
...she took a deep breath with her whole body. her lungs did a little leap. the room was small and the only light was this red hot sort with black at it's edges bleeding into the shadows. or maybe that was just the blood that her veins were rushing to the surface of her skin, her fingertips, and her face. altering her eyesight. altering her perception of light and dark, black and white, love and hate. making everything dim and glow at the same time. making her fingers feel like delicate needles. why is it that when that certain someone is close by your whole body's eco system is set off? little hungry dying things inside you go scattering with no where to go, while that big greedy knot of an organ in your chest slurps up any nourishment to be had. your heart beat is illegible morse code. your knuckles stiffen and become ripe for cracking at an unnatural rate. she inhaled again. smoke. the source was unsure. wax. nicotine. patchouli. she felt her body become a tiny polluted universe. with black smoke swirling in her stomach. making its way into her ventricles and arteries and hidden chambers. at that moment she knew she would swallow fire for him. hemorrage. she knew it when she pictures his bones like ivory carved under his skin. when she sees him on the pink veiny insides of her eyelids. and tonight, when she felt a tear slide down the back of her throat and down her spine. she licked her lips. all she could taste was the milky transparent artificial strawberry flavor that stuck to her lips. it had to be the lonliest taste she'd ever known. lonliness. obsession. love. maybe they are the same thing in the end she thought. when their pearly opaque skins have been peeled away like an onion. when the tears have been cried...[r.m.s]