08-01-2016, 08:29 AM
karsi
There is a strange sensation boiling up my spine like the blobs in a lava lamp. The slow rise of something thick, heavy, and non-malleable. The feeling murks up my brain and I wonder briefly if I have been poisoned.
I feel my mouth experience a level of chaos that I have yet known. The texture confuses me and I am almost certain I have poisoned myself in one way or another. The reality of my situation is off kilter and as my steel jaw unhinges to tumble out the vegetation, I see the half consumed and rotted corpse of a small deer.
A fawn.
I feel the far off emotion of disgust. I never truly feel anything. All the emotions are ghosts of themselves, surfacing like paper in the water before disintegrating in the vastness. As I catch a glimpse of whatever it is appropriate for me to experience, well, it slips away to be replaced with the graying void of nothing.
So when the gangling looking male saunters up to my side in a jagged hoping walk, I turn my own sky blue eyes to meet a blue and black one, a too wide of a smile on a too thin of a face.
Maniacal.
My attention returns to the maggot infested shards of bones and skin and I give it a thoughtful gaze (perhaps for too long but I have seen many, many worse things for my first few years of life at the Beach). The glossed eyes filled with flies, the torn flesh and tiny broken limbs, twisted and snapped in it's death shriek. My tongue darts outward to run over the cracks of my lips before I look back to the jittery male. "I suppose so." The tones are flat, matter-of-factually. My own eyes blink rhythmically as I offer nothing else up and wait for his reply (if he even would have one).
your hips on my jawline
