An Old Flashback

Words turned to knives,

and then it killed.

The words that we usually use to love, to embrace, to kiss– we now use to pierce, to stab, to hurt.

It was blood upon blood, tears upon heavy hearts, cracked open, swollen and unrescued.

It was the most gruesome of all forms of murder.

That night when words shredded me into pieces.

What changed?

Take me back to the beginning.

Our “I love you”s screaming in this dead air between us, muffled, unable to sound.

What’s the prize to be won in the arena here?

How big is the prize that could convince us to tiptoe over these shaky maybes

and turn us into savage beasts dying over a duel

just over who gets to have the last say?

Take me back to the beginning.

Take me back to you.

But, no.

Enough,

is enough.

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