Undone (hour 9)

He was everything to her,

Her sun and moon,

The first one she called when something went wrong,

He was everything, and just like that,

He was gone,

 

When she heard,

Her strings of sanity began to unravel,

Revenge rang in her head,

Like a diseased echo,

She used everything in her,

To destroy what had taken everything from her,

 

When he died, she became undone

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