slaria
Light trickling past my fingertips, breathing in my air and breathing out its poison. Thick, white, pollution exuding from its golden lips. I try to keep my own closed, try not to let it in. But slowly, oh so slowly, it creeps and crawls and pushes its way through that facial cavity.
A skinny silver bracelet chimes beside my cheek, the figures touching as they dangle, swaying as you move your fingertips across my skin.