trans//lucent

I woke up this morning with the oddest feeling that my skin was translucent, and that where he put his fingers through my mouth and where he put his fingers on the notches in my spine were sparkling purple through my clear volatile skin. That made me sit up suddenly, with terror and some beautiful memories, and that brought me face-to-face with the mirror opposite my bed. My face was very pale and violet; I ran to the bathroom and splashed hot water on my face, trying to get it back to it's ordinary depth and vigor. Red splashed across my face where the water hit, but then it crawled back away. I looked myself deep in the eyes (and my eyes looked like wounded purple bruises).

I put on a great deal of makeup.