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Whitby Abbey
The lava sky burning into my pale white skin.
The breath of the wind kissing my neck,
stumbling barely breathing,
Held within the abandoned abbey.
Sacred ground grabbed my feet,
grass like witches fingers,
tangled bloodied toes,
tripping me, holding me, binding me.
Scarlet volcanic madness crushing,
Changing and evolving,
Every step dragging me back.
...Monday 23rd January 2017 5:58 pm
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