I abandoned the brushes, dippin’ my fingers into the paints until they blurred, white and red makin’ pinks that streaked the knobs of her spine when I turned her onto her hands and knees before me. Avoidin’ her healin’ tattoos, I patterned colour over each bone in her rib cage so it looked like I could see straight through to her heart. A darker colour for the handprints I fixed over the globes of her plump ass before fillin’ them in all over with paint. I left one handprint though in carmine red over her throat, my thumbprint at her rapidly beatin’ pulse.
