Death of a Valkyrie
I wanna to cry out loud, but I can't bring myself to do it.
I wanna cry out for someone to console me and understand, but I won't; for it makes me look weak.
So I scream into a fluffy pillow to muffle the sound, so the neighbors won't hear through thin walls.
Hope they're oblivious to the sound of my soul dying.
The deafening sounds of a Valkyrie having her wings ripped from her back.
Her heart gutted out, by the one she loved with every inch of all her lives, past, present and future.
Salty tears blurring her vision.
Sobs choking her to dry heaves.
Clutching the left side of her chest where the source of the pain radiates through her body.
Practically paralyzed from the indescribable pain.
Praying for the end of existence, to escape wave after wave of pain crushing what's left of her shell.
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