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walpurgisnacht vedergälda weregeld #3


With arms like striking snakes. Reached for the throat even as existence returned to the pungent corpse. Choking the air of life before it'd run its full course. But in the eyes held recognition, and in the mind held thought, the stomach gurgled the gnawing pit like the grave whence it'd come, whence it'd return henceforth. And the larynx struggled to find missing words as spirit devolved beneath ferocity.

And I see the life fading from your eyes again, my old dear friend. You go back to sleep now. I will see you next year.

And with shovel and spade...

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