Her hands felt broken, each bone shattered into glass dust. The thought of it blowing around in the sky of distraction, covering her body, seeping into her core and transforming her heart in to reddish rust. Made her tremble.
She wrote and plastered guilt all over white walls to stare at how pretty the letters looked. The temptation to carve it into her soul was strong. She wondered how it would feel to be attached to her persons. She is still so young but her body shook with anticipation at the idea of such an unknown presence coating her.
Devouring her...And making her long to die.
Then again just like feeling guilty that too is nothing more than a passing thought flying around in the sky of distraction. To her broken hand.