you could pour milk in the space between her collarbones and if you hung on tightly enough you could probably climb down her sternum straight into her heart. her spine felt like a column of marbles and showed through any shirt she'd wear. she was as see-through as glass and her veins were electric blue and grassy green, although you could find violet variations of red and purple bruises upon her arms. she smiled anemic teeth and her eyes were pacific ocean blue with the churning of bleached waves.
she breathed dull and sporadically.