I'm tired & I can't go on. The screaming mountain is looming over my lowered head. Every time I look behind me I take a step towards it. It knows me like a prison inmate. I wish I could've taken my chances. I wish I could turn back and fly blindly towards the other horizon where my better half lies, waiting. What a stupid bitch! Instead I head towards the mountain. It echos my screams. It knows I'm coming.
The Screaming Mountain.
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