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revenge

A story as old as a the word itself
Such a sweet taste of blood
Gifted to those who need a tale of Victory after a life of disaster
As so

The blade of glass

Pricked her skin

And dark eyes

Shattered her heart

Blood flowed threw dark shadows

As she heard her own screams echo threw nothing

Trapped in her own head under the rules of others

Her beating heart echoed louder than the sound of her own breath

And as the temperature rose

And flame touched her skin

She came to an untimely end

And arose

With a crown on her head

And each person her held her hostage

Met their match and drew their last breath
A

great sigh of relief for for those who seek revenge