By: Allison K. Garcia
What was the reason? Why did it even start? We cannot remember. We used to be friends. Though fogged by anger, there was a time when we’d spend hours talking about our lives, our struggles.
Now we use our knowledge as darts. Sharp, painful words to destroy. Unsuspected, one can pierce you. You don’t hear it ‘til it hits.
How did we get here? What started all of this? The offense is lost in time. The purpose of this deadly duel is missing. All that is left is the aftermath, the fight. We used to have each other’s back.
Now we stand, back to back, counting steps, hands on our holsters, fingers on the trigger. Whoever gets in the first shot wins.
Will one of us back down? Or will this be the end of us? Bitterness eats at my soul like burning acid. Though part of me still cares about you, I worry.
Perhaps soon I will feel nothing.