Her powerful hand grasps the back of my neck.
My temples are squeezed with the heat of its partner.
Those hands might crush me but instead she strikes.
Her knife mines the side of my head carving pathways within.
Merciless is her blade.
Suddenly the essence is magnified.
Light tears into my skull.
Eyelids ripped off.
With each touch, with each sound, I feel her pierce again.
She digs and scrapes and pulls out my guts.
Each seed of hope is torn from me.
My grasp is too weak.
In her wake I am empty and wounded.
Stillness envelopes me.
Slowly
And slowly I feel a gentle glow
Radiant but not assaultive.
A single flame
My spirit renewed.
I love this, Kelly! Great job ;)