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The fury of Hell inside

by Stephanie S

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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Wednesday 5th May 2021 12:51 am

guilt   pain   lost love

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