oh god, she did it.
i don't know how -
didn't think it was possible -
but she did it again.
without the blink of an eye,
she ripped out yet another chunk
of my battle worn heart,
beating and bloody from my chest.
watching her ham-fisted slap
strike across his cherubic face
with such a tyrannical force,
a bit of his soul visably died.
that single malicious act -
an act destroying perfect innocence -
killed that last part of me
holding out hope...
holding out hope for reconciliation -
a future with warmth and understanding
flowing down the river styx
like the blood trickling from his lip.
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