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She looked backwards over her shoulder.Memories come back/creeping like a host of assasins in the dark/
one by one they assail her/but that’s all they are/memories
A flash of movement behind.
Clawing/cutting/they dug their nails into her/fetid breath/stale/moist/
dampness seeping through the walls/her back against moss and slime/
Keen sniffs sound in the dark.
Tongues rough and long/scraped her face/wet/foul/excited nibbles/
guttural commands pulled back the eager ones/she was to be kept to fester
Looking down, she sees the ground far below. The sun lies low over the plains that roll undulating from the base of the mountain. Fresh air. She had taken long to crawl and pick her way towards the source of sweeter air. Hours, days spent in the dark with only a faint smell to go on. She was out now. Finally.
They dare not creep closer, for even the soft warm tones of sunset hurt their eyes. Yet some cannot hold back. She was a rarity, delicious to their tongues, immensely sensual to their rough touch. They inched closer, but had to withdraw. The light. It hurt them more than anything could. She had no where to go. It was either them or the sharp drop that meant death. They would wait.
The warmth of the sun on a summer morning/the rush from a kiss/how her parched throat welcomed cool water when she was thirsty/the sense of power she felt at times/this was what she thought
as she stepped off the edge.
posted by liquid @ 1:11 PM
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