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Crimson snow 

demons gorging on frozen flesh.

Eyes that watch,

mouth open in silent howl

as I feel the destruction take place.

Degradation.

Abuse.

Fallen.

These chains

I have bound myself with

cannot be broken.

Will never be unlocked.

For as they feast upon my emotions

I become a shriveled husk.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Dec. 8/17