Literature
I didn't know what to expect
i remember how the bathroom smelt like rust and how i was too afraid to look when i first saw you. it was like looking into a smile i could not touch. i imagined what you would feel like, a delicate bird, all covered in blood. i imagined what you would sound like, an old alarm clock wailing. ticktock, it goes as my stomach, it grows. i left you there for weeks in the sun to see if you were real, a secret sickness, a secret club. i imagined what you would look like - a ribcage expanding, all eyelashes and toes. i kept you there, inside of me, your small face. i imagined what you would taste like, an ugly hangover and salty crisps when i drink too much of you, you swish and swirl against my insides, pulling and pinching every part of me. i pull down my pants and hold my breath, afraid that you might be there.
