And once her breathing became steady
He took it again
all she felt was nothing
all he felt, an omen
Her walls assembling
And his, falling to pieces
For what was to come
Of this final consensus
...
As he began his arcane tale
The girl stood consumed
And as it concluded
more empty came the room
His words full of poison
Left her distressed and betrayed
Trembling in awe
At the things he had said
with her heart at her throat
The girl fled with no words
Left the boy there alone
With no answers, just shards
Of the heart he left open
Its contents sprawled about
On the floor of that room
That he cannot get out
...
The boy sat there alone
No discord, no relief
Feeling everything she felt
In a span of time that was brief
This story ends with a silent "farewell"
portraying all that was left
Of the girl
and the boy
Who took too much
Of her breath.
