Story Violence (two you's)

I thought that the pain of leaving you,
Would have been the worst thing.

But I was wrong.

It came like another nightmare –

My right arm numbed,
Like ice ripped from a winter river.
The unthinkable, the unknowable,
Plumed far off like a tornado,
Out from the red box of hell,
Then,
Ripped through my body,
Like a raging animal,
Trying to stay alive.

But then -

Never seeing you again:

My dearest heart.