Blue
Without veins the face is a colorless mask; leaning, shaking on the windowpane, her skin collapses, sucked in by the force of nature. Which is a bird, prey, holding out and disappearing into the sky. Which means gone. Her irises turn from blue to white, she struggles with camouflage; she wants to disappear with no abracadabra and no infusion of blue life.
~Hammeh
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