girl fightÂ
between friends
both strong
who wins
* * *
A strawberry, ready to pop,
but instead of sweetness,
there is putrefaction,
threatening even friends.
For there are no friends
when love is dead,
only fading moments
when love told herÂ
she was beautiful.
Then death –
the great eraser.
If darkness disappears,Â
she is left with nothing.
Love is deadÂ
and sorrow squeals
its hatred.
A naked throatÂ
is vulnerable
to a blade,
to a bullet.
And if the skin bleeds,
the pain escapes,
leaving behind
an empty shell.
Raise your swords,Â
if you must.
There is no protection.