HER

As all her voids filled
An ocean formed
In the depths of her soul.
Wings sprouted
From under her bruises
And she flew
Towards a rainbow
Beyond the seventh sky.
As she soared
Tracing the silver lines
They, who disrobed her soul,
Who laughed as they gutted her
Watched her with vacant eyes,
From the darkest bowels of some raging volcano.
They screamed
But
their strangled screams
Just echoed and echoed
Until it fed into the hunger of the lava.
The fire from the heart of the earth
Raged up, mercilessly
Turning their flesh into buttery ashes.
Slowly.
Utterly.
Horridly slowly.


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