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or venture to
the realm of shadows
Take a blanket.
You'll want to hide.
Don't drink anything. Even
a single swallow, a single taste
could trap you here
where shadows devour fire.
Don't dawdle
here in the shadows –
you do want to live.
Dance. Dance.
You aren't dead. Not yet.
The fur pushing through your skin
shall keep you warm, thriving
obsidian sharp.
Breathe through the ice. You're safe.

Mari Ness worships chocolate, words, and music, in no particular order. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in Clarkesworld, Apex Magazine, Daily Science Fiction, Goblin Fruit, and previously at Strange Horizons, among other places. You can find a longer list of her work at, or follow her on Twitter at mari_ness.
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