I follow suit and laid out on my back...imagine that.
The frosted morning made her grimace, features snared in a twisted snarl. She longs with summer though it had just passed through her grasp. The woman shivered in the slight of the cool as though she were left exposed in freezing temperatures.
But that is what happens when you are skin and bones.
Like tanned hide after it's been cured by the sun, the inky black fur stretches painfully over her bones. The eyes recessed slightly, the lining of her nares less pink. Each footfall thudding dully with the weight of the hooves that dangled from each limb like an ancient church bell. The winter made her creak and pop in it's enthusiastic embrace. Black, black pools skim the clusters of horses. They seem to bask in the warm rays of light as they chit chat and laugh. The skeletal mare does not envy then. In fact she sashays her bony right along with the rest of them. She was born different. She was born of bone and flesh and she fancies this.
Heavy skull sinks to the earth upon it's slender post as sharp incisors clip at the small shoots of new grass. Ever watching dark eyes shift to the forms that neared her. Ears flicker as she first hears then sees a set of hooves approaching and stopping. Crown lifts as those empty eyes stare unblinking at equine that has just thrust themselves into her company.
apocalypta