she is lying on her back on the white down comforter that covers her futon, its edges descending over the low wooden frame to brush the silver-grey carpet below. she has just removed her necklace. it is made of italian coral; around sixteen inches of strung-together sea-hard bloody teeth, with a t-clasp of banded silver. the coral is deep red, evoking hemoglobin and ripped skin, and each individual bead is shaped like a snaggled tooth. it is coiled loosely on her chest, in a loop and a half over her small left breast.

she is wearing a black cashmere sweater. i am not sure how to describe the neck; nearly a boat neck, but cut low, and with a small ribbon - also knit - that ties over the left side just below her shoulder. the sleeves are slightly too short; she has pushed them up for a three-quarter length fit. the cuffs and the waist are semi-hemmed, by which i mean they're slightly tighter than the rest of the sweater, giving it a slightly bloused look. it is wonderfully soft; she is not wearing anything underneath it and when she pays attention to the sensation of the fabric on her back and belly it causes her to almost swoon.

the red necklace is coiled atop this sweater like a gash.

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