I hear
Her whisper
Beating
In my chest
I exist
I exist
I exist
Holding two halves
Of a Broken cup
Trying not to
Cry
–
I hear
Her roar
Tearing
Through my veins
Avenge me
Avenge me
Avenge me
With your sword
Of black lace and sharp mind
Colored brown
With dried gore
–
I realized
That life is
More than just
A series of
defeats
But dead women
Do not feel
Rage