“Was it all a dream?” she screamed at me, all the while getting acquainted with this newly awoken beast inside my being. Yelling from eternity, here and from there to now, simultaneously…to be heard by them with eyes to see.
I succumb to its necessity, divine harmony with resistance unseen. For the shadows bloody thorns bathe my palette and ruling fists of iron pound away alchemically forever changing me. Tugging on my soul, muscle memories flood thee while beckoning me with torturous pleasantries fanning the flames of my destiny.
Igniting my being back to life with words felt but not seen all the while waiting on their ultimate release. Parted but never gone completely, I’ve come to the realization that I have no fight left in me. Once a force to be reckoned with, I have now been softened, bent but never made to be broken. For she is me and she is I and that part of me will never die. The lines that never settle have finally arrived.