I sucked his poison
off my body
and spat it out.

It took me so long
because he bit me where he could
see my veins.

He left me
once upon a lifetime,
when without him
I thought I would die.

But here I am:
damned not dead
burned not broken
shattered not destroyed.

And my soul stands aside,
mutely watching
my attempt to pick the pieces...

...or is she?