"I feel hurt.
Hurt as if a cherished lover pierced through my very core.
Pierced after your most vulnerable parts have been laid bare.
As if they planned for it.
To find your weakness, and draw from it.
To tear you apart slowly.
Thinly flaying your flesh.
Finding darkly fueled satisfaction from the blood that is flowing with more, and more perseverance. As they cut deeper, and deeper into your being.
You don't falter in your stance, finding the pain inspiring your strength.
You grow stoic, and focussed.
As this lover carves into you, and tears you apart.
You find you are taking shape in an entirely new form.
Each piece of flesh that falls from you, takes with it the stagnant remnants of who you used to be.
So I am hurt.
I am filled with pain, and longing for reprieve.
Though as I fix my focus ahead, and away from the sorrow of what has been shed from me.
I find my fires burning again, and I stand tall to the heights of the heavens.
I cast my gaze down to this unflinching lover, and thank them for their service.
As I fly back home to the stars.
I am empty of what used to be, and filled once again with the spark of my soul."
~Marisha~
