Romance & Reality

Content warning: Dark themes ahead. This is a work of fiction, not a confession, intention, or endorsement of violence.

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Friday, August 22nd

12:41|am

It disappoints me to know,

That you,

My darling dear,

Would go such great lengths

To get my attention.

Risking her life and yours.

Risking her blood and yours.

You know better.

But it’s in your nature,

To be so bold

Hast you forgotten?

I know you.

I breathe you.

I birthed you.

I raised you.

In every lifetime.

How could you?

Fill her mind with lies,

her heart with courage,

her spirit with audacity.

How could you not warn her,

Of how dark things could get,

How deeply red things could turn.

Revealing her to me.

Imprudently,

You failed.

But nevertheless,

She quickly learned.

And per our first encounter,

Or shall I say,

Her very last encounter

She was afraid.

As the smoke settled,

Only one of us stood.

The only one.

Head up,

Shoulders back.

It wasn’t a challenge.

She surrendered with ease,

Never stood a chance.

You know my looks can kill,

And darling,

She’s dead.

Passionately Yours,

Analise

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