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Writer's pictureSam John

PUNISH

PUNISH.


I am not afraid.

Of you...


You thought you had me.

That I would never break free.

You were unrelenting in your torment.

Wielding the weapon... you stood over me, hoping I would never figure it out.


It took a decade of work but I found it.

Your weakness.

The breaking point of your blade.


As you came towards me... to plunge it into my side once again, I reached up and shattered it.

You stood... in disbelief and at a loss.

I picked up the shattered blade... and put an end to your story in my life


Your control.

Your enslavement.


And I stand... scarred but still breathing.

The cycle ends here.


Yours faithfully,

Qavah.


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