Mors Impactae

Ramona’s empty body rests peacefully on the pavement beneath her; the warm asphalt taking her beating heart and leaving tingly red kisses across her arms and face. Crystal glass has just finished the trek into the depths of Ramona’s soul; now acting as windows into the empty husk that rests in the world. Through the millions of little things embedding themselves in her body, the deepest of the crystals reveals a spark of life deep down in the core of her being.

Ramona’s body begins to shake up and down for a short moment; an unseen force pulls her…