The night air gripped us, stealing any air that flew from our lips; causing our eyes to focus more tightly on the stares they produced. Her arm reached around my back, gripping onto its muscles tightly, and with a poisonous kiss she numbed my body. My eyes opened and she was gone, away from this place, but the evidence of her poison rested on my chapped lips. Fallen to the floor, my knees crackle as exaustion takes them over, filling them with blissful memories of when they supported my stance. From deep within I started scarring, and the liquid that poured from the internally opened wounds began seeping through my eyes. With nothing to hold, I grab my legs and begin squeezing as if the pressure applied would ease the pain of my heart while transferring it to my body. But as true as the night her vile gift touched my soul, my heart became disconnected with the very organic being it sustained. Floating in front of my swollen face, I see the air lifting my pain high above me so it could rain back down, creating a cycle through the room from which I could not escape. Dwelling here I felt the assurance of time, reminding me of its infallible presence as it shifted the sky outside my window. 

"Goodbye."

A single whisper breaks the room apart, causing its structure to crack and shatter, ridding the area of pain. Wading through the fallen pieces of what my poisoned breath made, my lungs created clean air to mix with it as my steps took me far away.

Within this soul you may find, a room looking bare and ready to be taken;

But know its tenants, bound by ropes of time,

Left it behind them, without trace of weakness.

To show the meadow, they are not broken.