Soft morning sunlight scalds her skin;
She feels herself slipping,
Clawing & scrambling for footholds.
A satin cliff beyond indigo waves.
Whispers deafen her descent;
The abyss is abysmal. Gold-green eyes glow,
Violet hearts simmer gently.
There’s a forest fire.
Run
He’ll tie you up
Faster
They’ll bleed you dry
Hurry
You never learnThere
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