my nipples are made of fish bones
It might look like I’m ignoring you but in reality, I’m turning my head in order to breath from this tube. The black fabric and metal wire which wrap my head are not some strange apparel… They’re actually part of my body. Although the sheet of pink plastic around my torso is not. It’s quite itchy at times but it makes it up by being my wings, which I find very useful on most days. In my hands I hold a black egg. Not black as a symbol of sadness but rather because it looks better against my white skin, which, by the way, was painted this way as I was sleeping one night. You probably noticed those long pink things which look as if they are attached to my nipples. They actually are my nipples and stretch infinitely out into space. But don’t worry, I’ve grown accustomed to the pain.
