WingedBlueberry

 Her veins could be seen clearly, webbing her body like blue thunder on a sky as white as milk. She looked like a strange creature, with her stuttering breathing, large eyes framed by eyelashes and her iris intensely underlined by a circle of deep color - she gave a wild impression when she looked at you from under her eyebrows. Waves of frozen thorns cross along her spine. She's trembling. Her soul is pulsing from the cold. She's searching for a blanket to cover it, but she'll have to make due with a wet pillow case, that smells like sea water. Her hands are trying desperately to cover her ribs but her fingers are cold, and they only cau