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The latex corroded walls and blackened wet waters in mystified darkness follow shallow puddle echoes , reverberating under thuds of hands on walls. As my breath escapes me eerie wind carries me along vibrating hallways. Passing doorway to doorway I can feel a searing emotion in the mist. Tripping blindingly through her psyche. It’s like the part in wizard of oz where he disguises himself in demon fashion.

I find myself stumbled upon her feet spell bound by her daring eyes of Medusa. A black widow even. A chuckle plays softly in her smile or was it a smile?… I felt her suffering in the whisper of cold breath , serpent-like words rattled on her tongue. Nervousness infects me with dark hovered above me , she vanishes again. I find myself waning through thick mud as curses covet my ears. Mud becomes sand and the ceiling falls of salt water signifying that there’s still no dawn but only piercing darkness. The sounds of my boots sifting through asphalt collecting sand in the midst of my movement through shallow doorways spewing forth memories of this broken figure. Her figure. Her guise.

I hear something familiar at stairwells end. Her prancing savagery words bleed in my ears. Why do you love me?. As if she already knew the timeless answer for me , she drew nearer. My lip quivered as I accidentally bit into it , feeling this seething apparition’s caress up my spine. Why do I dare love you?. I feel running pristine icy fingers down my cheek. For the weak of heart , mine would have stopped that very second but to see through my awoken skeletal blue eyes a reflection of not her guise , but in fact of the goddess hid within , would tell you the reason of why I love her.

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