I’ve begged for just one memory
This doesn’t work anymore
Not with my kind
Ask and you shall receive
But only on my terms
I’ve found the pore through which to infiltrate
Now you are mine but I am not yours
I never was I never will be
That’s just how it has to be
My rage has caught the floor on fire
Down goes the forest to black
Real flames but an imaginary sanctuary
I’m choking as I gasp
Tears of fury stunt my vision
The memory was so good
Even more than if all the fairies of the world would kiss me deeply and wash me in a magic stream
A fresh red wet sweetly tart strawberry
The best any ever tasted
My tongue is still in my mouth
Now all I’ll ever taste again is the nothing of the air and water
For which I must be grateful
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