A fiery exchange,
a point is made
but yet
satisfaction
but a word.

Words once more tossed as
grenades as
a rebuttal
is made.

Pain like a snake
bites in and
flows through veins
screams cease
words
falling
flat.

A peace offer
stops
considering what has
occurred will it
work?
unknowing
sinks like a
rock to
the pit of
a stomach
dread, cold rivers
flowing down
a back,
over their head
shutting their eyes
they shiver.

Curled upon the floor
blank stare aimed
at the hand
clutching tight
the device
in which things
were
destroyed.

Tears slide
free down
ivory cheeks
collecting in
red locks and
reminding
what was lost
in the
war.

A sigh
escapes chapped lips
huffing outwards
expelling
sadness and
pain as best
as it can
but yet
the small creature
is still Broken.

I’m sorry.