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Jul 19
Skeletal twigs snap -
fingers developing a
hunger of their own
form crescent wounds.
A mechanical creak - joints scratch.
The subtle giveaway of artifice,
a hint that behind the skin
lies not flesh but ice.
A revulsion.
Stiff with nimble
pre-mortem rigor mortis.
anna
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anna  17/F/Scotland
(17/F/Scotland)   
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