An Enchanted Clearing High in the Cascades, which is currently not accessible because of the weather
Friday, August 12, 2011
Burning/Possessed
I'll burn, as I should. The conflagration is my own creation. Self made, in this way, by self-immolation. I tried hard to put out fires, but, myself, was the match and the tinder. The real madness was believing I put my pieces back together and the space you, darkness, took in me could be other occupied. Demon, I'm gladly possessed. Come in and make a home. You'll not want for warmth and you can sharpen your claws on my medusa's heart. You, alone, I can never turn to stone.
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