The Chosen One
The sex was unexciting as it was unimportant
Like the silk red knickers
That didn’t really define her
Or the cross chained around her neck
That didn’t protect her
He sensed she was more broken than him
Strange how broken people come together
Awkward pieces never quite fitting
Just clinging on
He felt this would be his last time on earth
Time had picked him as it had picked the ones before
He was ready
She sensed he was different from the others
More dangerous, but not to her
The scars on the outside, only hidden by the scars within.
She also felt the death sign
But that was her calling
The chosen one
He watched her sleeping
Finding comfort in a strange way
Something caught his eye
The small mark on her skin
The sign of the sacred sisters
He felt humbled in her presence
It was time
Death was waiting
He walked to it gladly.
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