

The blood in my veins hadn't felt like blood in a long time. Whatever pulsed through me now was thickerโuglier. It dragged beneath my skin like something rotting alive.
My bones throbbed under the weight of something fractured and forced back together wrong. Like I'd broken somewhere deep, and no one noticed.
And tonightโevery muscle in my body turned to steel. Tight. Violent. Refusing to contain what I had become just because I watched another man lay a finger on her... and didn't reduce the world to ash for it.
This wasn't heartbreak. This wasn't poetry.

Write a comment ...