Mind Suicide
mdin
Perry has an older sister Hope. She’s pretty and perfect.
I remember this one time I was at their house for dinner (obviously lying when I said I had already eaten) and as I was walking upstairs to cleanse my hands I saw Hope in her bedroom changing through the crack.
Her ribs poked out and I could count five.
Her collarbones jutted out of her pale, creamy skin. It was mesmerizing and I couldn’t help but stare.
She saw me looking and smiled. I made my way into her room. Hope was shorter than me and she gave me this crooked smirk.
She scrutinized me up and down and tapped her ribs with her long, gaunt fingers; with her fingernails chipped with black nail varnish. It had felt like a secret language.
Just the tap of her fingers—tap, tap, tap tap, tap.
It was a melody and Hope knew just how to make my knees buckle and my stomach churn. Hope whispered my name and pushed her door shut. I wondered what Perry thought I was doing, but Hope had slipped her hand up my shirt.
Tap, tap, tap tap, tap, tap.
That last thing I remembered was how her ribs felt against mine.
I remember this one time I was at their house for dinner (obviously lying when I said I had already eaten) and as I was walking upstairs to cleanse my hands I saw Hope in her bedroom changing through the crack.
Her ribs poked out and I could count five.
Her collarbones jutted out of her pale, creamy skin. It was mesmerizing and I couldn’t help but stare.
She saw me looking and smiled. I made my way into her room. Hope was shorter than me and she gave me this crooked smirk.
She scrutinized me up and down and tapped her ribs with her long, gaunt fingers; with her fingernails chipped with black nail varnish. It had felt like a secret language.
Just the tap of her fingers—tap, tap, tap tap, tap.
It was a melody and Hope knew just how to make my knees buckle and my stomach churn. Hope whispered my name and pushed her door shut. I wondered what Perry thought I was doing, but Hope had slipped her hand up my shirt.
Tap, tap, tap tap, tap, tap.
That last thing I remembered was how her ribs felt against mine.