#1172

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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7 thoughts on “#1172

  1. 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.

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