Word Count: 119.
We were ripped from one another,
On that fateful battlefield.
We had exchanged vows of love before we fought,
and she'd said, " I'd rather swallow broken glass than be without you."
That is what it felt like now, millions of shards shredding me from within,
Starting with my viscera and headung for my soul.
The pain lacerated my soul, the candle to my moth was gone.
Her golden laugh was lost forever, as was her golden soul.
I was now an empty husk, my soul had followed hers on the day she was taken from me.
Test You Limits Competition II, Round Two: Cocytus, word - viscera, word - lacerate, dialouge - "I'd rather swallow broken glass."
Fanfiction Scavenger Hunt Competition, #28: An angsty/tragic fic.