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i dug my fingers into my chest and pulled apart my ribcage,
opening wide those twin skeletal and bloodied cathedral doors,
and when the abyss was vast enough to let the world in
it was vast enough to let fogmuse out.
long and twitching chilly fingers
emerged from inside,
grasping the ragged edges of the wound.
i turned my face away
but as i lit a match to perform the banishing,
fogmuse crawled out of my chest
and the flame turned blue,
without heat or cold
and i think i shattered into ice.
as he walked away
toward the horizon
my imagination had him covered
in his blood as well as my own,
but the truth was hard to asertain;
the sun was blinding me
and i'm still unsure if it was twilight or dawn.
i lay on the ground
staring unseeing into the bare tree limbs above,
my ribs, battered white raven wings splashed crimson,
were splayed and open to the snow.
my mind was numb
and my blood had frozen solid and black on the dirt.
and as my hand groped uselessly around on the icy ground of it's own accord
i tried desperatly to life my fragile head
and it faintly occured to me
to wonder
what had happened to the others.
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