topography / audiology
topography
The desert ground is so dry it cracks like the skin of your lips does. It sends shaking arms, seeking out, to divide the dusty surface into jagged plates. When you lick your lips you taste red dust and a faint, salty sweetness - dried blood that welled up from the reservoir within you to encrust itself along the edges of your cracked lips in brown borders, mapping the geographic boundaries across your swollen mouth.
Your hot breath gusts through my body like a desert wind, and when it leaves, I am left dry and shriveled and alone. No sweat or tears track my skin - instead it rasps with thirst - and my mouth tastes of dust and blood.
audiology
The words leave your mouth in round shapes I want to pluck from the air like fruit, testing the firmness of their flesh with a confident press of fingertips. I can imitate the syllables of your speech but I don't understand their meaning, not yet. I just want to hear you speak and hear the sound of your vocal cords, see the strain of your smooth throat, the vein standing out in relief, indication of life thrumming beneath the skin.
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Just some original drabbles. The writing style and emotion behind them are quite different from my regular style of writing... it tends to be more poetic and emotional than the fanfiction I write. I know I haven't been updating much recently, but I'm working on some WIPs - hopefully, really optimistically, I'll finish ~4 of them before fall semester starts in September (urgh).