Here we stand, like to hyenas atop a pile of carrion, laughing as such.
I speak of we. Myself, and one other. A woman unlike any I have ever seen with my two eyes before.
A goddess. An angel.
Standing victorious over a pile of the dead, victims of our slaughter. They did not believe that we could win. They thought that they could destroy us, destroy the fiber of our being, our very core.
They were wrong.
And I turn my head and look into her eyes, like a blazing fire that can never be extinguished. A rage and passion so pure and deadly that hundreds have fallen in its wake.
My valkyrie. My warrior woman.
It is impossible to say how long I've loved her. It is impossible to say how long I've hated her. It is impossible to describe her beauty.
She is an impossibility.
There are nights when I've lain awake, staring at the ceiling, because I could only think of her. That smile, those lips, those eyes. Like fire.
There are days when all I can do is sit in my run down apartment, smoking cigarette after cigarette, trying to burn her picture out of my mind via my lungs. Trying to think of anything, anyone but her.
Yet she keeps coming back.
And I want her to. I want her to break down the door, crawl into my arms and lay there for years. There are days when I want to break down her door and slap her in the face.
It's destiny that places us together, me and her. We're too similar. We're like a gun and a bullet: made for each other.
My fire. My passion.
And yet here I sit: in my apartment, cigarette in hand. Trying to burn her image out of my mind. I can feel the acrid smoke burning my tongue, my throat.
That means it's working.
Soon I'll grab my bottle, take a swig and go out. Find somewhere, someplace where they won't ask my name. Somewhere where I can have a drink and be by myself. I won't have to smoke: everyone else around me will take care of that.
And I'll think of her.
She won't leave my head. I'll consider finding her. Grabbing a cab and knocking on her door. But she won't let me in. She never does. I'm stuck outside in the rain.
And then, she'll open the door.
We'll spend all night together, just the two of us. Me and her. Just like it's always been. Always, and never.
My valkyrie.
My warrior woman.