Haunted doors
Infinite floors
Made of thread
A demon’s web
Isla sang, stirring her pot. The mist rose.
Silken strains
Smooth refrains
Sing the voices
Dark rejoices
She waved at the foggy tendrils. They crept to the girl on the bed.
Calling tempting
Gently sifting
Twist the brain
Wind the pain
The cloud hovered overhead. The girl’s chest rose and sucked it in.
Sharp derides
Coldness pries
Love unfeeling
Mind unreeling
Isla shook, feeling the girl's emotion. She firmed her voice into command.
Break the shell
Seal the well
Ignited strands
Become brands
The girl’s chest caved, and a writhing mist shot from her mouth.
Of memory
But no longer fear
Be at peace
My dear
Isla dropped her jaw and sucked it in. Her brow trembled, but she swallowed... and smiled.
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