NETHELEUM

That misty day she began to dance, we all came around her.
The ice in my mouth started melting down her body.
Our hearts grew weaker as she sat on my lap.
They all yearned for some blood.
A crack opened in the plastered ceiling.
That darkened sight was emotionally suffocating.
When she stopped dancing, our hands and eyes were all wet.

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