Balance
Fire, dark night, burning, harsh blows, violence, voice breaking, screams piercing.
Soft touches. Warmth. His hands. That mouth. That laugh.
Bruises, blood, another death, another punch, another gunshot, another kick.
Finger tips, hot skin, warm eyes, knowing, feeling, whispering, breathing.
Cold air, no breath, stabbing pains, death so close, heart racing, running for their lives.
Caresses, murmurs, soft laughter, fingers interlace, calm presence, that scent.
Ears bleeding, booming explosion, another murder, another loss, lashing pain, terror.
Gentle song, giggling, sharing breath, finding pleasure, dreaming deeply, those lips.
Attack, adrenaline, fight, survive, keep fighting, warped faces, new faces, strange faces, hard, cruel.
That bed. Those words. His voice. Those arms. That chest. His smile. Those hands. That tongue.
There was Torchwood. And there was them.