book in the works!! some little lines I thought of

⚠︎TW: sm0king, sh, references s3x and su!c!de one time ⚠︎

“Lookin’ for a cutting buddy?” His voice sounded like rocks being dragged over gravel. Thick, yellowed lips. Faintly purple fingers. Flecks of plant matter crusted to his charred teeth. Ah. A lavver, the Cut slang for people chronically addicted to lavender specifically.

My reply was curt and cold. “No.”

Not ten minutes later, we were sitting on the floor in a puddle of our blood, passing the grimy blade back and forth. I asked if he’d share his joint. He laughed. The smell of iron, smoke, and herbs made my lungs scream in protest. I was deaf.

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“C’mon, one more slice won’t kill ya!” His sunken gaze raked over my dripping arms. “Well…probably.” ---------------

“Though I was born a female, I’ve never cared for gender, mine or others. Much like religion, it was invented to cope with existence. And I am not even sure that I exist myself. So why should I let two mounds and a pocket of flesh determine who I am?” ---------------

“It was once dark and fluffy, hanging in front of my eyes. But it was now dead from bleach, a habit I picked up in my youth and never fully let go of. I gingerly pinched a lock between my forefinger and thumb, testing the texture. Dry, on the verge of death. I supposed it fit my demeanour well.”

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“My skin looked like God had ordered coffee with a splash of cream, then forgot about the drink and let it spoil.”

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(From another character) “God, I’d love to give a pistol a blowjob right about now.”