Aimee Woolford


Stalk me through this jungle,
Depressed, stressed and death-obsessed.
Lengthy vines clasp my
Neck. I can't breathe.
They're winding, Father!

Save me with your Holy Hand!
For I am no longer mortal;
The shadowed ghouls have consumed me
And I have become one of them.
I fade.
You remain.

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