From the base of the spine to the back of my neck, the tightness, the irritability spreads through every cell.
The boiling chill takes over and tiny soldiers attempt to put out the raging fire with drops of water.
She laughs. Idiots, that will never work.
She continues her rampage in and out of my body and all I can see for miles are the corpses of the ones I love.
And just like that she is gone.
I am left on my knees with bloody hands , heavy breathe and when I look up I notice the other woman.
Arms open ready to embrace, light, kind.
Looking back at all the destruction and up at her I pick myself up off the ground,
“You’re late.”
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CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 