Cadaverous
One
Bones are lovely.
They're firm beneath curious finger tips. They're thin and beautiful. They are also somehow able to carry a hideous heap of flesh glued together.
Hideous being fat, ugly, disturbing, disgusting. Someone, that if you saw in public, you wouldn't be able to help but stare and point at. Thinking, “How could someone that large even consider coming out into the public eye?”
In the morning hours, just as I wake, I run my hands along these bones that I feel. They make my heart rate increase, my lips curve into a smile, and body tingle with a twisted happiness. The small bumps and slight curves in these fragile mysteries cannot hide from my hungry need. (Hungry being an understatement.)
They are all I have left. They are all that remains of me. The only thing that I want.
I love these fucking bones.
They're firm beneath curious finger tips. They're thin and beautiful. They are also somehow able to carry a hideous heap of flesh glued together.
Hideous being fat, ugly, disturbing, disgusting. Someone, that if you saw in public, you wouldn't be able to help but stare and point at. Thinking, “How could someone that large even consider coming out into the public eye?”
In the morning hours, just as I wake, I run my hands along these bones that I feel. They make my heart rate increase, my lips curve into a smile, and body tingle with a twisted happiness. The small bumps and slight curves in these fragile mysteries cannot hide from my hungry need. (Hungry being an understatement.)
They are all I have left. They are all that remains of me. The only thing that I want.
I love these fucking bones.