Conflicts Unseen

I held an apple in my hand.
I bit into it hard.
I stared at her harshly.
I felt my face burn red.

I looked at her smirks.
I pushed back the urge.
I wanted to slap her.
I wanted her to hurt.


Don’t deepen the cut.
Don’t push the knife farther.
Don’t make it bleed harder.

I wish I could explain.
I cannot explain.
The pain is too deep.
Too deep to explain.

The End

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