Marched until she was sick, until she could go no further
Must sit must s-
A woman agonised by sultana-sized piles
Cig-parched
Breaks apart a Spar-brand Mars Bar for her sick child
Wrapped in untanned hides, one night’s fighting back to
Medieval times.
Strange and violent viking cults returned overnight.
Rape gospels. The new God’s flames alight where the church was.
No bodies recovered, depressed at how fruitless their search was.
Grief-ruined parents fulfil apparent suicide covens
Drinking bleach-laced coffees
Inside a salt pentagram full of crushed poppies.
Alchemisland 
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