Bony parts bruise faster.
I think to myself.
I look down at my arms. They are tinted yellow from the fading bruises.
Fatty parts bruise harder.
I think to myself.
I look down at my thighs, they have black spots scattered over them.
I sigh and touch my collarbones protruding from my body.
I stack the coins. I can fit 17 on each collarbone.
I look in the mirror and I know I am looking at a hollowed out skeleton, but all I see is me .. just as I've always looked, grey, boring, ordinary...
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
Bony parts bruise faster.
I think to myself.
I look down at my arms. They are tinted yellow from the fading bruises.
Fatty parts bruise harder.
I think to myself.
I look down at my thighs, they have black spots scattered over them.
I sigh and touch my collarbones protruding from my body.
I stack the coins. I can fit 17 on each collarbone.
I look in the mirror and I know I am looking at a hollowed out skeleton, but all I see is me .. just as I've always looked, grey, boring, ordinary...
