Murky ash clouds ceased the sun's amber blonde rays. Drops of water shattered on the surface of her colourless skin. Spreading like a virus, folding into the grooves of her emerald green veins.
Her brittle fingertips enrich into a dainty shadow of plum. The sharp gust of air stabbed her sensitive teeth, rippling into her blood-red gums.
The heightening flock of plague gnawing with every capsule, targeting her vulnerable soul.
Gushing from the bare skies, thriving through the mesh of her shoe. Submerging her pale cotton socks. A coat buttoned completely to fit like a second skin.
Settling on her shoulders, rapidly stitching its way down, cascading her arms, curling around her paltry wrists. A field of submerged soil, drunk with water.
Amongst the outskirts, alighting from the vault beyond the thunder, a glimpse of warmth, savour. Each ray binding into one another.
Cracking through the weakened barricade, and once again allowing to absorb into her salvaged fingertips.