ashen_crib

preface to a scene:/:

an anonymous girls bathroom is dimly lit by a dying sun that shamefully slinks in through high, vertical windows. in between the heavily scrawled walls of the last stall two schoolgirls are busy scraping pleasure out of a worthless day. manicured fingers adding more chicken-scratches to the cool and unfeeling plastic cell they fumble around in. the violence is desperate and passive in it's execution, the pleasure like a rubber band that's lost it's snap. it's a rythmical bang without an echo that beats against the toilet like the last spasms of a suicide gone wrong. they are still alive. barely. breathing heavily, moans exaggerated out of habit like shadows. knees run raw on the peeling lineoleum floor as pig-tails drive a girls tongue to another's parted flesh. it tastes of lonely weekend nights under soft-green starscapes. the fluid becomes just another signal, like the pinhole eyes that find constellations in the ceiling. just another language secreted out in secret spasms a silent succulent command that has ceased to inspire. pleats shift like static snow on soap opera legs as the girls grind.