Go ahead, go on. Tell me something.
Do you love that you made me fragile?
Do you love that you have me in the palm of your hands?
But in this moment, in this time of living,
I stop.
This isn't being alive.
The ties you had around my heart shatter.
I can breath again.
The tables have turned.
Now I stand strong, my head held high.
Did you see this coming?
Did you think your prey could become the predator?
Now run, go on.
Run away and don't look back.
Because I can make an inferno...
Look like ice.
©georginakdingle
