I decided to stay here, even though you told me not to.
Still, I would rather dwell in the heavenly shades of night,
when the threshold is falling like a heart broken in two.
The moon hides me sheltered from your heartbeat shadows,
where the blood races no longer – The full brunt of my rage
treads forth at wine-dark midnight in the silent meadows.
I’m busy healing and mourning, weeping and howling.
In the twilight, I utter giggles that morph into shrieks.
And now it is your turn for your heart to start pounding.
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