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[ladykalessia]

In the dark woods
she ran
'Till the running tasted quiet
and blood was on her tongue.
Never more a passing glance
intimacy suffocated in a wall of silence.

Fear to be seen and yet never to be seen.

The windows flicker evasively,
perhaps the cutwife is returned home.

Hello there.

Comments

[labelleizzy]

hm! thank you for the new word.
cut-wife... mmm!

[nohwhere_man]

It is a good word.

Hello.

[duane_kc]

Hello! Glad to hear from you again.