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The fury of Hell inside

I hear the hounds whine. The dust rises as they stomp and claw the dirt before me. Eyes made of moonlight and their breath, the stench of pain. I am no longer their mistress. Forsaken them for a heart. Oh wretched beasts forgive me. Allow me one more day's light above the shadows.


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Sat 2nd Oct 2021 17:50

I love this. What an image of pain and past. I like how you try to dig it out. Show it. Smell it.
I could experience your piece as much as read it.

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