The thorns and bristly vines of the forest had torn at my body, my shins and feet. Naked and vulnerable I was. Searching for freedom. For once; I was not running to get away.
I fell on the dirty ground, fuel of the earth burning my cuts. My spine began to arch, I could feel it, uncontrollable, a danger, a blessing; If I wanted to stop it, I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t.
I crouched, my body curled in on the floor. A tiny spectacle. I could feel my spine, a burning, tension, something trying to escape from within me... The burning was almost a nice feeling, comforting and relaxing even, but intense; so intense. (As it burned away at me). I clawed at the ground, digging my nails into the damp soil, my arms and palms rough from the debry.
Looking up, eyes wide, pupils dilated, rims bloody. Things seemed different; the world was darker, but fresh. The earth smelt; a heavy solid smell, filling my nostrils. The bark on the trees of the forest once seeming dead now seemed light, fresh and red. New things were around me, but I could not understand as my body twisted and turned in what could almost be described as agony.
I lay with my body to the ground, my back exposed; I could feel throughout the experience; a sense of honesty. My spine, once the straight, feminine back bone to my figure was twisting, deforming itself. I felt as it arched and twisted out of place, more curved and unnatural. Small, dainty vertebras’, beginning to stand outright from my structure, like that of an animal perhaps; they were larger, more pronounced.
What is happening to me? Is there something wrong with me? It even crossed my mind that I may be dyeing, a statement in medical history. Of Corse I was not dyeing, quite the opposite in fact, a re-birth into a new life would be a better justification.
My mouth flung wide open as I gasped for breath, a much needed breath indeed. I could feel blades of knives and daggers around the top of my spine. The blades were coming from within me, cutting through my flesh, right at the bone, scrapping its surface. Joining and intertwining.
I waited curling my body up into a tight ball, trying to protect myself, form... myself and what was to come. Once the blades had gone I felt light, I even relaxed maybe. My hands fell from their tight grip around the back of my neck, falling to the ground.
Glaring, I stared at my skin; it seemed to glimmer and glisten, as if alight with a wonderful sense of love. My skin was glowing; I beamed down at it, an overwhelming sense of joy at the beauty of this light, a glitter as if I had been dusted with the fairies blessing. As if, perhaps I was made of fairy dust itself.
A light sensation, warmth spread through me. And an unexplainable desire overwhelmed me, and I rose from that spot on the floor. I stood, and as I did, I felt something brush my shoulder, a light fabric, soft, gentle, electric sensation. I turned, and as I did, I beheld an addition, an addition to my very body. I new structure of limbs and veins and skin, blood and bones.
It was a structure built from the spot on my spine, that spot from which the burning and blades had been born, and now I could see why. I craned my neck to see beyond the shadow it was creating. Light delicate limbs stretched a few inches above my head, and right down to the backs of my thigh; almost separate from my body. Joined in a web-like fashion, a thin film of a rich blood-red colour filled them out.
Wings; I stared in awe at my wondrous, beautiful new body. I arched my back, bending to fit my spine into its usual position, and as I did the tips brushed down the backs of my legs, a vibration of serenity. I stretched, not my arms or legs, but my wings, a new kind of stretch. I lifted them high above me, and felt a new found sense of freedom, as I realised, it was only like controlling any other part of my body, just as simple. .
I ran through the forest, the branches of the trees, thistles, thorns, vines, all seemed insignificant, they no longer grabbed at my legs, just let me slide right through, as I sprinted. I ran feeling my legs grow hot with speed; knowing where I needed to be.
I reached the clearing and ran harder and faster, spreading out my body as I began to glide; my legs still working away long after they were no longer needed, I had not even realised. It was just so natural to me.
