CobaltSapphire

   With one graceful motion I had slipped off my thin white dress. The bitter cold surrounded me, engulfing me in its exasperating embrace. The hot blood rolled off my back and puddled around my boots. I hoped it wouldn't stain. My back erupted in an explosion of bone and flesh. They extended out to either side of me, catching the cool gush of air. My skin split in segments, blinding white tearing through my mortal skin. Crimson dripped down my head, sticky and warm. In the coming moments, I would forget everything.   The dawn spread its glowing fingertips across the black sky, light took to the air like a thousand white birds. Owls howled