Severance

Our flame you extinguished,

covered over with soil,

and drenched with several pools of water,

so nothing may re-ignite.

Our garden you've cut down, trampled,

burned, driven spears in to the soil,

planted salt, and covered in tarpaulin,

so nothing may grow again.

I hope you enjoy the fruits of your labour.

While I was doing everything in my power to tend our flame and garden,

you penetrated me with your vicious stinger over and over again.

Until you made very certain I was so riddled with holes, I'd never get up again.

You win.

But what even made you do this?

I'm not sure even god knows.