Forest by Emily Clements

From nascent darkness the moon hangs knife-like, razor point glistening with intent. Walk through air thick and cold as reptile blood, shadows pooling from the stab wounds of your one-two footfall. The night around you is a pack of wolves eating up the horizon, lupine devils devouring day’s remnants of peach-coloured sunlight.

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