Rightfully Dismissed Poem by Joshua Mccoy

For the tears shed,
For the cuts that bled,
I come out of it with headached head

The goal was to gain what was lost and to hell with the future, was her shield and sword. A worthy opponent none the less, from her choice of words to the voice used to utter them. Over the phone my spell of being a gentleman to my sweet now sour beloved, melted away like a dripping block of ice to reveal my intellectually demonic side and spared her no sympathy of the truth at hand, no matter how blissfully ignorant she wanted to distance herself from it. Battered, bloody, and about to collapse under the weight of her own body. She stared at me with eyes refusing to faint but losing the battle steadily, charged at me with a final sacrificial attack to kill my happiness along with hers in a desperate attempt to defeat me. Five feet away from my face her sword pierced my surrounding aura barrier but sadly nothing more. I grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her and brought her close to my chest to rest my head on her shoulder in contempt to enjoy it for the final time. As she struggled violently, I put my other hand to her back and shot a wide gaping hole through her body with radiating energy in a stream like blast from one side of her body out the other. She dropped to her knees before with glazed over eyes and I let her lifeless body dangle in air by my grasp on her wrist before walking away and leaving her to float facedown in a puddle of blood.