Re: Night
[Back, and back . . . it had to have been closer, she couldn't have gone that far, right?
And not thinking is good. Not thinking about how it feels like tiny, delicate teeth, like parrotfish picking food off a rock. Not thinking about how the things covering Red's stump are doing the same, how phantom nerves twitch with the feel of insects coiling around an arm he no longer has. The growing, raw ache of skinless flesh exposed to air.]