Fugida Says... (Perfect Storm, Pt.2) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Something was brewing in that woman
And she couldn't seem to tame or shake it.
It was commandeering that woman,
With a heart-huntsman, repeatedly staking it.
Thieving her core, captive in the palace burning!
As her insides twisted, turning and churning.
The numbers were thinning;
She certainly couldn't always live this way.
Loving him? —No. It was suicide, the price she paid.

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