Shedding as those fingers from some incorporeal nowhere encircle her and begin to grasp her outer shell and pull from the crown of her head with their talons.  They move downward ripping layers of self that had been covering her as a caul covers a newborn, leaving the remnant upon the ground only to begin once again to continue the process.  So many layers lay upon each other, as though dead skin from a sun burn that shows itself only after one layer is lifted, covering the new skin somewhere deep within.

 

~~jules sortor

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