Intimate Strangers

She’d take it back if she could
The words were out
Then she saw his face.
The cut so deep that blood shed.
But it was done.

Nothing could be changed
The words were out
Their wounding complete.
No tears can wash out that pain
The hurt ricochets

The one most on her side
Then words come out
Tearing them apart
The one she trusts, knows her best
Knows just where to strike
To hurt.

Now, as intimate strangers
The words come out
Weaponised by choice
Lovers become enemies
Each no longer hears
Pain filled

E.M. Swift-Hook

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