𝖝𝖝𝖛𝖎𝖎𝖎. pompeii

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pompeii
that's how it felt.

a fiery waterfall
ambers coating my skin in grey and orange,
ash painting my orbs,
flames dancing on my feet
and tongues of fire caressing my hair.

wrath.

a thunderstorm
a mess of lightning and thunder,
crossing my core again and again.

fear.

a tsunami
i was drowning in the pain
that my most faithful friend felt.

guilt.

not even the dark lord is allowed to hurt kreacher.

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