DonPurrleone

She glanced out through the empty glass, her eyes staring out in the dark night. Her hand tiredly ran through the worn, rat colored end of the wispy hair, and her thin, pale face with its excavated cheeks had an abject look when she closed the eyes. Circles, nearly as black as the sky outside, rested below them. As she sat with curved back in the chair, her hollow chest heaved and lowered in a heavy sigh. Her spine was clearly visible below her shirt, and so were her ribs. Her skirt didn't do a better job with hiding the hipbone or the ischium, and neither did the tights with the kneecap and ankle. Through the skin at the jewel-adorned wri...