“Show me your pain

and I will hold you a while;

Understand the circumstance

that bowed your nobility,

and mixed it with despair.


Tenderness then,

will flow from me.

Until I come to fear,

fairly or not,

that your pain is greater

than any love

you could ever have for me.


The temerity of it!

That bitch!


So I must come

to test my power,


weaponising your pain

....try to kill you!


To be more than her.


I am a woman.

I have a wound.”

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