Burst.

She waged war with her own reflection, 

She ripped holes into the universe with words sharper than shrapnel.

And then she loved. It was her weakness. Her Achilles heal. 

Or it was. But now she sounds hard and brittle and unwavering. Ruthless in her efforts 

Not to blink.

Not to crack.

Not to love. 

Not to feel.

I applaud her, really. I can’t hurt her anymore, and hopefully no one else can either. 

Good girl.