Lovetruckerthe Black Mountain
August 19th 2008 11:49
But when she reached the peak, she was confronted by another even higher one in the distance. The Black Mountain. The name dropped onto her tongue like an acid brew. The intervening space was measured in years and her skin stretched and sagged. No longer young, she dragged herself up the merciless montain, panting and heaving.
No nearer the top than when she began, night enclosed her wretched body, stroking her soul with ice fingers. Whoever she was now, that individual sought refuge from the dying light and the end of time.
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