• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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After the Storm

My sense of self
has atrophied in your

a distasteful vengeance
of a kind I am all too
familiar with.

Wasting away in some
corner of my mind, a union
that fell apart in the growing

darkness of my life,
striving for nothing less
than pure domination;

leaving you pitiable,
and me with self-loathing.