I let it out, a shrill, sharp cry that spiralled into the moonlight, like a tower rising up into the deep black sky. Years of anguish, all expressed in that primitive roar, a roar that quickly petered down into a barely audible whisper. A soft whisper of pain, disappointment, hopelessness. Betrayal, always thought to be icy cold, never felt this burning hot. Like a heated scythe, it seared its way through my heartstrings, leaving nothing but sizzling charred tissue. The moon, so white and pristine, seemed to stare down judgementally. But I embraced the attention, it was what I always wanted.
(100 WORD CHALLENGE)