Meticulous Judgment. Maleficent Justice.
No jubilance.
Regret. Remorse. Removal.
Cringe your shoulders, grind your teeth.
Slide them across, hear them squeak.
Fear creeps, suddenly grabbing and pulling down.
Terror blinds bloodshot eyes.
Frantic.
Frightened.
The question so clique is asked.
Answer me!
"Because.
"Because you have forgotten.
"Because you have forgotten the thing you once held closest.
"Remind yourself."
What?
That?
"Remind yourself of the love."
What?
"Redemption’s hill. Blood poured from the sky above."
What?
"Grace. Do you even know?"
Do you even know? My heart breaks.
"Grace.
Yes, Judgment, but do you remember the loophole??"
Oh yes.
Silver drops of remembrance, salty ones at the hint of hope.
They slide down the curve of your cheek.
Joy bursts from the irritation.
What?
What!
What?!?!
"Yes"
This one’s reality.
The grin demands control.
Impossible to restrain.
Yes.
This is reality.
It is good.
"That loophole saved you.
From the very pit of hell."
Insanity has lost its grip.
Revelation of the truest thing spreads across your scattered thoughts.
*No more.
Death’s power is as dead as my sin.
Bye.
Hello.
Good one.
Thank you.
"Let us forever walk together."