A Rustle of Bark

Silence held the air until a faint spark stirred deep within my chest. I slowly flexed my crooked fingers, feeling the dried tendrils along my wrist tighten and shift. Raising one arm toward the cracked wall beside me, the tip of my claw brushed against an edge of peeling plaster. A brittle white flake detached and drifted quietly down to the concrete floor. Life had returned to these tangled boughs, rooted right upon this metal base. #Horrors #Halloween #Halloweenssoul