Its puppet jaw drops, unhinged, revealing glimmering pink folds, eyes rolled back in pleasure, and before she can blink the quiet background roar of the forest stops. Concentric muscles grasp and squeeze her slipping her like a bar of soap down palpitating slopes and puckered tubes.
She comes to a rest between thick folds of membrane, pressing like cold wet blankets - her neck ticked sideways and aching against her shoulder. The place begins to glow dim orange as her eyes adjust, the dim blurred evidence of an unreachable outside. her nose stings and burns, the chill of autumn penetrates scales and plasma, snatching her marrow warmth. Curled, nude and pressed to live cold cells which suck at her particles, pulling up and away through minuscule honking highways, she shivers. Sour bits creep into to the corners of her mouth. She is pulled apart in molecules.
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