
Birdy Jones has tried many psychiatrists. Anything to 'fix her'. Anything to 'save' her blooming body from her rotting soul. But maybe there was no way of fixing her, a realization she came to a long time ago. Maybe what was wrong for others is right for her. Her Psychiatrist, Dr. Lecter, encourages her rot, that sick green, that disgusting white and that deep burgundy. Experimental prose style Hannibal Lecter One Shot. Not really shipfic/romance.All Rights Reserved