R E S T/ R E S T L E S S //
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Tension had leaked down into her left shoulder, a hurricane of pain radiating down her arm, all the way to her hip until she felt like Jacob after a chill and damp wrestle.
Had she wrestled her thoughts, her attempts at prayers, so much?
She knew a change was coming, and she knows it now, but predictably, she wanted to fight.
Not now. She feels the knot, a reminder of the price.
But did Jacob have to give up his body entirely?
In a moment of weariness, emptiness, she releases her mold.
Bright silver wings unfurl from the tension, the hurricane untwisting to become a sweep of flight. Her muscles now supple, stretched further than she ever wanted. But at least here, she’s found rest.