Power Poetry

-A Poem I made that I do not wish to discuss-

Dead. Foxy's guard has cease to be. Letting it down for just a moment letting evil traumatizing thoughts well up in her head. Never reaching her Closure. The disturbed visions of Sexual. History. Her Soulmate... Vanished. The trust Foxy put into Wolf is depleting. Rapidly. He's far away. Out of her reach once again. Foxy tries to stay calm but her inner evil is breaking through that thin layer of saneness she has been concealing for decades. She searches. She doesn't find. She searches... but she never finds. On the verge of doing the Impossible, dropping into a wet pile of leaves and dead branches scraping her delicate skin. Rubbing her face against it. Loving the pain it gives her to cloud her vision of her. Soulmate. She misses. She yearns. She cries. She. Thinks. The Jealousy. Built up with just thinking of Wolf with another... scars her. She torments herself. She twitches in confusing rage and agony. She runs immediately. Faster then the thoughts bursting in her mind. Changing as she goes. Her face molding into that of a fox human. Transforming into a fox human. She runs and runs until she gets to a crystal blue pool of water. She observes. Her Heart, Mind, and Soul shatters when she sees her mate pinning a female to the tree. Half in water, half on tree. Foxy dies in the inside. The pool is now a Swamp. A place she shall never go again. Foxy wakes up.

It was all just a dream. Imagination. Foxy looks for Wolf. The disturbed thoughts come again.