As the tears ran down her face,
she realized this is not the way
that love is supposed to taste.

If victory is sweet,
she pronounced herself the bitter loser.
Time for this fight to end and retreat.

With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide,
she wiped the blood from her mouth
and the tears from her eyes.

If he was going to kill her this time,
she was prepared
because her soul had already died.

Gathering her strength,
she pushed off the floor...