Cardinal Rule

The heat, that first moment,

Oh, how she believed you.

Your intriguingly woven words, cradled as a womb to keep her close,

Oh, how you immobilized her.

There you sat on your naked porch,

watching as she caught the wind in her wings while gliding on her swing

Oh, how you mesmerized her.

Then you eviscerated her spleen with your razored reach.

You became monstrous when the mask you chose to hide behind fell off your face,

Oh, how all the intrigue left her.

The clouds rolled in and the sky went black.

She went from an illuminated cherry blossom to an unveiled rage, managing her distress while maintaining her tact, such a worthy skill, indeed!

Oh, the lessons she learned that day.

The day of your betrayal a thousand yesterdays won’t change the pain, but a thousand tomorrows will heal it.

Now, she asks what makes them all tick and what their purpose is before she bares her claws and devours their souls

Oh, how her dark half took over.

Her cardinal rule, never let them get close.

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