wounded.

"hurt me," she said. 

[ or so it seemed to me ] 


and i did not want to. 


but her green eyes were so piercing - 
bright, yet humbled -
and in search of true pain. 


and so it was, me without mercy, lacking regret.

in ways i had previously thought myself incapable,
i destroyed her.



i drifted on from her some time later.




she, once the hunted, now the predator. 

having seen the truth, 

never to gaze on her lover with such innocence as before.