Jacob Pines

Receiving Life

She didn’t remember anything from before. Only the cold, smooth touch of the chain around her neck, and the locket resting on her chest. At least that seemed familiar. Then she felt it. The soft compression of flesh as the ornament sunk into her pores, the chain binding itself around her spine, whilst the locket settled onto her thumping heart. It stretched itself over it, wrapping around the muscle, oozing over the outer reaches of the pulmonary artery and the aorta, until it settled, the organ now a white sheen. It beat as if it were her heart, until she could no longer distinguish the two.