Fics like kill your darlings

Is she the only one who sees this? Is it a figment of her imagination? She stares at the back of his neck while the graduate discusses sentence structure – the pale nape, the jut of his top vertebrae, his terrible posture. She chose a three-quarters view this time, one row over. He leans back in his seat, and her eyes graze his stomach, the thin layer of baby fat she would peel back to reveal the solid sinew beneath it. What is the importance of varying sentence structure? He raises his hand to answer, and she thinks his fingerbones would make the loveliest of windchimes. His broad shoulders are vaguely masculine but nothing else, yet she would sink her teeth into that hidden delicateness if she could. She wants to strip the skin from his back, spread his ribs and crawl inside. She would curl herself within his chest cavity, nestle between his lungs, hug his heart to her stomach and squeeze, feel it flutter like a bird in a cage, squeeze until it stopped.

Fics like kill your darlings

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