#v05.

ANGLE OF DAGGER BEATEN jaw shifts as tense muscles CLENCH, the grinding of CANINES wheezes saccharine a song of death within ears, sliding in BETWEEN the horrifying gaps of silence within the tired beating of heart STRUGGLING to wreck it’s way through frail cage of RIBS & break free. ( WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN STILL LIES AN AGONY UNMATCHED, a fear blood dressed and frostbitten. ) She eyes her now, muted A GODDESS, darkened flame burning yet ethereal, though dimmed, not the UNFORGIVING blaze it’s always been. ❛ I KEEP having the same dream. EVERY moon. ❜