Blooded

My one true love.
Of course.
That's the way it's supposed to be, after all.
Who am I to argue, mere mortal that I am?

I'll tell you who, sniveling wretched coward of an imagination. I am me. I am a me entrenched in reality, unable to fly. Smothered under the canopy of thick, dark, truth-bringing hurt. Under the press of a poison kiss.

Shattered illusions of valentine evenings and a crystal shard straight to the heart.

Well, I'll tell you what.

It's time for me to breathe. To live again.

And damned if I'm not going to fly without you.




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