Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Argument ❯ Argument ( One-Shot )
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Argument
My throat choked at the cruel remark
Casually flung like a parlor knife,
To thunk into the wood before I could embark
Into the breezy arms of twilight.
But gut-gnawing came the strife.
Your lacerating accusations, acid
In the depth of their anger, rife
with heat on which I fasted.
Searing rage, the proxy for the placid
Feelings I held for you, spewed back
From within my leaden core. Casted
As a fishing net to flare in attack.
But salt-stinging, I watched you turn.
Guilt being a bitter ash to burn.