CW: Drug use

High off half a square of chocolate she puts her hand on my shin and arousal lumbers out of the forest sleep-soaked and hungry and I freeze knowing I can either make myself bigger than it or run away but while I’m deciding her fingers gnaw my bone and she is telling the other campfire goers of how a buddy of hers got in a machinery accident explaining how very thin the skin is how easily it peels off like clingwrap – laughter – like a condom! and she is demonstrating on me fingers spidering my leg like I’m an anatomically correct skeleton in a sixth-grade classroom while I do my best to play the part and as she speaks of how the skin won’t ever grow back the same I am counting the days since I last shaved and as I watch her mouth maneuver the word fibula everyone is shrieking delightedly for her to stop so she yanks her hands away holds them up like two white flags beside her face looks at me like she’s surprised to find what the shin bone is connected to says sorry about that then her hands are throttling the neck of a beer, anyone feeling it yet? and I picture her at the lip of my bed jeans peeling off like that first layer of skin and I bite my plastic tongue so I don’t tell her that if she ever got me alone the only thing I’d be able to do is stop and drop and roll.