Fleeting Thing of Fleeting Feelings

We met again last night

Happy was her face

“I want to kill you” she said

As she brought up her blade

Stupid little dead girl

How can you strike what isn’t there?

Fleeting thing of fleeting feelings

I didn’t feel a need to care

She attacked with a vengeful voice

A deep and piercing pain

Still, not one to be beaten

I reminded her of all our shame

We fought for an eternity in that instance

Striking and mutilating under a hateful rain

Until we were both ruined and weary

And I realized we must be insane

I hated that dead girl ever in my mind

As she hated the possessor of her form

I regret what was, she despises what we’ve become

We are ever divided, unable to come to accord