She stood strong by my side
as we overlooked the carnage
with a sense of satisfaction,
the metallic taste of blood sharp on our forked tongues.
Bodies flooded all her memories.
Each slaughter boasted her confidence;
she was brimming and
her face was lit by the feeling of superiority.
I sensed the guilt on her mind, however,
when she spoke in whispers in her sleep--
sometimes, my heart hurts.
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