A wretched day it was, a room full of bloodsuckers
searching for a pound of flesh to whet their appetite.
Frenzied, grinning, mouths watering, dripping bile,
leaving a noxious trail along with their minions.
They ripped and shredded her dignity,
slinging it to either side in abandon, until
there stood a broken and quivering waif.
As she ran from the room, the minions followed,
but the bloodsuckers stayed behind,
drinking her blood they had spilled.
None noticed that she had gotten away with her soul,
they had forgotten to strip it away.
She ran to the edge of the abyss and stared into the deep
blue haze that shrouded the tall stalks and reeds
growing wild beyond the invisible boundaries.
The minions circled the waif, 'Don't go there,' they hissed,
as she stepped into the blue vapor of the abyss.
She took one last look behind -
They did not follow.
No bloodsuckers allowed,
no minions can enter the sanctuary,
no filthy clawed monsters can mangle
or maim in the shade of the blue abyss.
She embraces the abyss and the tall, cool reeds
and her soul rejoices with pristine freedom.
She will begin again.
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