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Nov 2021
when i came in she was hung from the ceiling.
her arms and legs were practically torn from her torso,
hanging on by ****** threads.
i thought there would be more blood.
i thought she would cry out in pain.
but she hung there frozen.

her eyes darted left and right in their sockets,
mouth rapidly opening and closing with raspy breaths.
her exposed lungs expand shakily.
screaming and crying.
screaming and crying.
at the touch her shredded flesh is tough from the temperature.

pulling her down is a lost cause,
my hands already frostbitten just from the first touch.
feeling like i'll never feel warm again.
but ill claw at her icy remains until i can no longer breathe.
and i'm running out of breathe.
i can't keep heavy this frozen air.
hecate
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hecate  Androgynous/wherever she is
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