crawling under sheets bodies exfoliate one another.

unable to get that complete finish. This wasn’t the first time a lingering piece of residue from a meal passed Clinged itself to the ceramic of her vessel showing an almost pathetic determination to not be forgotten.

I don’t know if I can come back, and I don’t know where the line is where the sediment would end and I began, if you scrubbed I’d be eroded to nothing