written before the silence that has since followed

The pain sears through my wrist and into my heart. 

Your grip tightening and that burning glare. 

You’ve never spoken in such a way to me before,  

The mark left across my cheek still burns bright.


I hold back my tears and blame myself for rash actions

The haunting consequences. Those eyes.


Apologies fall on deaf ears.

Quickly regretted at blindness to the damage.  


Threats not idle – sting.

The freshest cut in this long-standing battle

The End

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