The Last Card Played

We were but children bustled by the storm. A war of words had broken our innocence. Our youthful dreams had turned to dark fantasies and thoughts of vengeance. We would lean on poisons to help escape the real. Except for you. You were different. Your battered face held defiant eyes. You had faced more than angry words and slamming doors. Yet the scars you sported on your skin were nothing compared to the wounds inflicted upon that animal inside you. Those eyes forever distant yet focused. You would sit as still as stone. each breath slow and physical. Without one word being said I could hear that sentence engraved in your mind: One day my time will come and that day. So will theirs.


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