". . . I know where is an hind." -- Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder
"And Devil take the hindmost!" (your attitude; my emphasis).
Did you feel a quickening, a great upwelling of power, in casting aside he whom of all the those of eyes be-scaled you did transfix and enthrall 'til you were his all in all?
Flung from his lofty perch of serene accomplishment, he now writhes upon the spikes of base abandonment, all so you could test your womanly mettle. Bring your parts to market, and trade them for counterfeit coin to restock the horde you emptied -- a horde of inestimable wealth, but by you unesteemed.
We will stalk our futures, you and me, and rake our nails against their featureless backdrops, knowing that what was once could have ever been.
Fling one more dart, D---, and pray your aim is true, so I can sag before the corridor of bleachéd time, mercifully spared its horror.
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