waif sex

candle flickers jumping across her naked skin, under the blue light next to him
Her fingers stroked his taut neck counting the breath in and back
Breakfast was a needle a bite of her thighs
Dollop of sickness behind rolling eyes
to the elbows to turn off the light.
He hated the morning and worshiped the night
She cradled his face under her arms, struggling to breathe caused the alarm
She jolted up right and pulled the needle from his arms
His face was blue and ashy gray. She screamed into his face
Come back this way