Erotica
FIONA CHAI
I sleep naked. Satin lines of comforter, feather weight on my white legs pale, shaved, with a shimmering razor blade slice on my shin pale shin pale steel still embedded in my skin and my callused feet are hard and stink like the burning peppermint toothpaste I dolloped on the sink. Also pale, pale white and pink. I sleep beautiful with my skinny, bludgeoned cuticles pressing dimly at rough rectangle hips scandalized and pinkish tips fold left mounds sinking flat into my pale chest pale, pale my thick arms are aching frail my hair flickers salty stale over shoulders brandished and chagrined. I curl in, and sleeping drop my wit down to the blue. Nestled, nestled nestled like a kitten with the vines poking through. I sleep sexy, powder smear of makeup on my chin and the cringing upward curl of my nose where my buttoned face begins.