He felt it. He heard it.
Twisting along his flesh intertwining his limbs in contorted night-lights thrilling his senses and pulling him forward, upward, through the bubbling and sour breaths. Light played through his fingers as he lay on his back, hand held to the eye of the window. With his teeth he scraped the dirt from his nails. Bare to the night, he shivered; ribs crack-screamed howling.
David ran a nail down the middle of his belly, eyes closed. Hand splayed across his stomach, sweat beads sliding, slipping under and he dragged the nails back up to his chest, digging trails through flesh and hair. Colours pin-burst behind his eyes, muscles wrought, pulling harder, rippled under thin flesh. Bone threatened lungs heaved as he released his nails, brought to rest against his lips. Tongue lapped.
Slowly he rolled his shoulder, bringing it back against the coarse case-less pillow. His head twitched, the battered joint snarling, snapping at him, a tooth b