She shifts into purple like the flower in her hand, angry, frustrated, staring at me, the lightning in her sight beaming through my heart.
Yelling 'pretender, traitor, yellow face'.
The words slip through her tongue slapping my face, thundering my world before she descends like raindrops in dry land.
She stabs me with a knife, piercing my chest, waning like a moon in its last lights, kidnapping my world, capturing the last breath of my heart, raping everything we have built.
And the other woman, not my lover.