Gods of nothing
In a land of the tidal-born…
in a land of the tidal-born; washed up on shores
never meant to hold such a shade of nightmare.
standing in oblivion. she is triumphant in her coat
of nothing; replacing the ermine shame she bore
in better times. a hideous thing to waste on a
hideous body of wounds — self-inflicted. some
on a rock bent to cast the devil out. when…
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