once she loved the soft sounds, how holy they covered the skeleton world when wiser frames shed their clothes to feel the cold better. yet her holey tracks let her down from clouds and misty grounds heavily behind;
it filled her boots until she couldn’t move, and from then the truth lost to the falling and piling… some say she grew roots there and shed her clothes in example; others say she curled up in blankets to forget her name.
in both tellings she prayed it was only hibernation, that she was only healing for softer sounds than this.
A/N: Reviews are appreciated ^^