There are scars on her hands
where the nails dug into the flesh-
-clenched fists
and the taste of blood
in her mouth
from teeth piercing the tongue.
She tries to remain civil,
even as the words burn the back
of her throat.
Words like knives,
and she can't help imagining
cutting her opponent to ribbons.
But the sacrifice won't kill the infection,
and the legion may spring
into action.
Instead, she lies in wait
for the empire to crumble on its own.
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