She wanted to bare her essence, her soul
Embracing her truth before setting it free into the world
Cauterizing the cuts those words caused by her clutching them so desperately tight
Releasing them would allow so much healing to enter
Except she just couldn’t do it. She screamed as she hugged them tighter
The idea of giving up her truth and being naked, of needing to find a new truth
She would be an open window, an empty container, a person without value, a woman without …
Wings buzzed their warning against the evil death dealer
As it swooped in to get its revenge for the hundreds she had just killed
She screamed and brought up the can of bug spray to finish the job
Perhaps she was more the villain than the hero, but she terminated it and screamed victory
Knife was sharp, elbows were out, nose broken
Everything screamed danger to those around him
Everyone scrambled to get away, but they didn’t need to
No one, including him, noticed that his shoelaces were tied together
Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!
Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.
It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.
That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.
Cool façade in place, she entered the bar
Raucous music assaulted her ears, but her eyes never waivered
Ahead was the bar, and he was at the end of it
Cozying up behind him, she inhaled his musk one last time before she struck
Killing him might have been extreme, but he deserved it
Everyone screamed, but they were drowned out by the music
Downing her pill, she joined him for eternity
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Forcing his eyes open, Kevin squinted at the light
Eyes watered from the fetid smell, further obscuring his vision
All of his being screamed at him to run away
Run he did, but at the monster, scaring it away
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Pounding back another tequila
It made his eyes cross
Curt looked around the bar
Keen to find someone to connect to
Lurching to unsteady feet, he stumbled towards her
Everything screamed to him that she was the one
Didn’t make it three steps before he found out the floor wanted him more
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Heather tried to just walk away
Every part of her screamed for her to do so
And yet she ran towards the trouble
Reaching out to help those mired in its grasp
To make a difference while blood still pumped through her veins
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