in the dark days we used blades to wound each other and measured our victories in warm blood, in the slowing of heart beats, and claimed the final struggling breath as a token of war; but now we strike with words that cut twice as deep and bleed out something far more precious, our triumphs the averting of eyes and trembling of lips which can shape no retaliation yet gape as if for breath that will not come
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The old adage of ‘sticks and stones’ is so not true. Words can and do,hurt badly and resonate for so long.
Very true, especially when you know someone well enough to strike them just right.
Hi, I’ve just come across your blog through WordsofBirds. Isn’t it amazing how this WP community can take you interesting people. I love this phrase ‘cross-genre character-based multi-narrative introspective episodic flash fiction’. I write shorts of varying lengths too.
I love the WP community as well. I try to get around and comment/like stuff from folks I don’t know, try to spread the love around. :)
P.S. Your header photos is great, so evocative, I can feel a story coming on. Is it your photo?
It isn’t – it’s from an artist on DeviantArt: http://nelleke.deviantart.com/
Her work is AMAZING.
Thanks for the link I’ll check it out.