9Crystal knows that there is a skeleton within her body, knows it more keenly than most, and she knows the way her flesh molds and moves above it, knows muscle and fat and organ after organ. She knows skin and hunger and hurting.
It's a funny thing, because Crystal cares no more for the bones within her than any other thing, though they weigh her down, anchor her to the world. She would whittle them away if she could, cut herself loose from them and set adrift, but she'd do as much for every kite-string vein and vessel.
She'd give up anything the world could offer her, give up every joy and every atom and every memory that formed her into coherence, if only she could know peace, because her world is chaos and a din and it never stops, not if she covers her eyes and her ears and tries not to feel the meat inside her working.
But the world is chaos and there is no such thing as a promise, so Crystal remains skeleton draped with skin and clings onto what she can and is so desperately alone she sometimes thinks she can forget everything she knows.
A/N: A fairly somber start, but hopefully I'll get cheerful soon. Happy new year to all.
~Mademise Morte, January 1, 2013.