Your words hack into me, hurtful and harrowing.
You spit your acidic accusations at me and expect me to take it.
Expect me to endure your malevolent abuse.
But no more.
I refuse to further accept your tirade.
I refuse to bleed any more for your drunken gall.
You will pay for your indiscretions.
You will atone for your malice.
You will pay.
Your dark hair, tumbling, slovenly over your shoulders.
Your skin, florid with happiness.
Your soul, abstruse and captivating.
Your touch, lingering.
Your smile, bright enough to light the world.
And your eyes.
Those eyes of amity and insight that bewitch me so.
My body aches,
Pregnant with the chance of change.
I feel my soul start to lift,
My mind start to ease.
My spine tingles up and down.
And then I feel it all start to slip away.
As the crux of quintessence slips into me, I start to rise.
We are no longer two separate beings,
But one great power,
Avian in the night.
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