Hermit Crab by ~stalactite
AsylumThe silence hangs on the night air like an icy winter fog, staining the atmosphere a pale blue. The girl lies there, her bony legs grotesquely splayed apart. She is young, pre-pubescent. Her dark curls are matted with sweat and what might have been blood; her pale, almost translucent skin coloured only where the week-old bruises have turned yellow-green.Asylum by ~stalactite
She raises her head slowly, fighting the lethargy that binds her limbs. Blinking is an effort. Her eyelids are heavy, her breathing shallow. She opens and closes her mouth taking short, tight gasps like a guppy in an empty tank, only a matter of time before sinking into the comforting lull o