azure meteor
There is a beauty
in the breaking of wings,
in the sound of hope
snapping like brittle bone.
The eyes widen,
searching for mercy,
but mercy is a word
I buried long ago.
I watch pain bloom
slow, deliberate,
like a dark flower opening
under a blood red sky.
Your cries are music,
discordant, jagged,
a hymn only I understand.
Each gasp is a note
I pluck from your throat.
I take,
because I can.
I twist,
because I must.
It is not hunger,
not need
but pleasure,
pure, sharpened pleasure
in control,
in ruin,
in the collapse of everything
that pretends to be strong.
And when silence comes,
when the body stops fighting,
I smile
not for what I’ve done,
but for the truth of it:
that pain is the only language
that never lies.
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karmic cliff