She puts her gear in neutral.
At the top level of the only shopping centre in this God-forsaken suburbia.
The afternoon sun mercilessly shooting her with rays upon rays.
Drying the streaks of bleeding mascara that lined her cheeks.
Today she has decided to end it before it’s begun.
Her adorations of him.
The what ifs she played in her mind with someone other than what’s right.
Pierce it through the heart, is what Bard did.
And so must she.
The dragon is never content with the bounty of treasure she owns.
Breathing her wrath over all the innocence.
There, she cried and cried until her tears turned red.
Kill it before it starts.