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Familiar but cold,

The visions persist

Her hands folded in worship,

Frozen together

Frigid whispers through the sunless landscape

Violet roses buried in snow

Her mouth yearns to pray

But it's frozen shut

The walls taunt, familiar shadows

Remembering when she was a child

Liminal nightmare visions!

Her serene reality begins to shatter

Like a fragmented ancient mirror

Blackened nails buried deep in the fragile realm

Unheard silent tears!

In the circular halls

Her hands welded to the rosary

As the cycle repeats

Liminal nightmare visions!