...and with the last bit of life left in her, she stood up, and spit blood at his feet.
Hunched over and bruised, she wiped the tears from her black eyes,
and burned a hole in his soul with her dark irises.
She yelled in the only voice she had left,
and had it not been for the way the sky particularly looked
that day, she may have not had the strength.
She said,
"You have taken all from me, now let. me. be."
He had taken ALL from her, and she declared, LET ME BE.
And as swift as a fox, as silently as smoke,
he descended back to the Hell he had arose from.
She inhaled the spring air sharply, and fell to her knees.