I awoke after an eternal night,
full of frustration and sadness and bliss.
The next hour, which would feel like minutes,
would break my heart.
I shook with anger and my right eye spewed a fat, hot tear.
It slid down my cool cheek,
and I whispered, "that felt good".
A thousand screams ripped out of me at once,
penetrating the air and making my small town's ears quiver,
and their hearts cower.
Every bird within a mile's radius
flew from my presence as I shot from the ground
like a bullet from a gun.
My hair grew down and swayed over the trees,
fifty feet of strong, thick mane.
I felt my bones turn cold as they have a thousand times before,
but this time I felt my scapulas crack like ice,
and make room for the new appendages
that would become the sky.
I fell for ten seconds, fearlessly, before I felt myself grab at the air.
I kicked uselessly, unused to the sensation,
until my wrath filled me to the brim
until I was awash in euphoria.
I lifted impossibly farther into the atmosphere
and my enhanced pupils sought out little flecks of light.
I looked downward, toward all who I had pardoned,
who had mercilessly used me, and broke me down.

And I wept for them.

My long forgotten tears soared down like meteors onto the Earth's surface.
Drowning out the sin.
Washing away the pain.
Cleansing the unholy.
Removing the evil.
Creating
one
last
eternal night.