Pulling her skin off over her head like a sweater.His hide slips from over his hips and down his knees. He walks out of them when they reach his ankles, tossing them aside in a crumpled mass behind him.
She helps him take his upper half off after pulling him in for a kiss - before he loses his lips.
Her teeth on the last of his skin.
Standing bared to his bones, she smiles at him and kicks her feet. He grabs her toes and she clacks her jaw as he tugs her bottom half cleanly in one swift pull.
In their bones, they...
Thursday, 22 January 2015
Monday, 5 January 2015
I Can Be Garbage
I have two slices of cheese in my hand. I had chopped 6 thick chunks because I felt like it, overestimating my own desire to consume them. Damn new knives that slide through marble blocks like a katana against freaking bamboo. Curse the satisfaction!
I'm too lazy to put them back in the fridge. That's one reason they're still on my left palm, but the other infuriates me. It's a challenge now of whether I can shove these two slices into my mouth and consume them.
Challenge accepted, gods!
I should not have sniffed them...
Friday, 2 January 2015
Trading Licks For Fire
JournalWord: A cold Hell
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My fingers are frozen into tight little fists underneath these thin lace gloves. The skin is bright through the spaces between the webs and I worry my fingers won't make it through this winter. Frostbitten appendages would severely hinder customer appeal.Angel whimpers beside me, sticking her cold, red nose into my arm as she snuggles closer for warmth. She isn't finding what she needs, neither of us are, but we wrap our arms around each other anyway, watching the doorknobs with dread and hope.It's warm in there,...
