Knife Fight! (written 12/29/23)

 

Knife fight!


Words that cut

stab 

and thrust


Twisting the blade

in rage


A lifetime

of puckered scars

and pain


Don't bring a knife to a gun fight


The gun barrel 

glowing red

with hate filled words


Dares unspoken

ending all


Armageddon with words

'I don't love you'


Gotterdammerung of the soul

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