W.Her E Am I?

I SeE.....Wh Ite... s o mch white.... I glaNCed down, weArinG white dress...I think....wait....did I have shoes? no? My feEt SunK INto the SnoW. I wriGglEd my ToEs. Ha...Ha ha....HA hA HA...thE colD...i BareLy fElT it....I kneW why now. It wAs becaUse of Him

ThAt nIght replAyed in mY HeaD ofTen...thAt Tavern...HiS drunKen AmbEr gaZe. ThAt othEr WomAn...my Master... M-Master.. where WaS he...? WhY did...hoW was I feeLinG agaiN?


"Ha.... hah haha...."

Broken laughter fell from my slightly blued lips. It Continued as I stood alone in the snow, the sea of footprints behind me washed away by the harsh winds. Anyone else would have died out here...wearing nothing more than a flimsy off-white dress which peeled and burned away at the very contact of my skin, but not me... no. Death was never an issue for me, and even if I had fallen out here to the harsh Slavic weather I'd just rise up again and again, the cruel fate of an immortal being chained to a mortal and fleshy prison.


AHh....

BuT I wAsN't ImMortAl.


I looked down at my hands, black miasma still trickled from them. Wrinkling my nose I was familiar with the scent. It was death. It smelt like decay, rot...vile and putrid, but it did not make me feel nauseous. No... it felt...right? I clenched my hands into tiny fists then opened them again and watched as the black spools of my leaking soul spiraled up and away into the sunless sky.

I was laughing again, chaotic and broken..and didn't even know it.