Written by Nefertiti N.
She waved her hand and laughed
The dismissive gesture speaking volumes
Her hurtful words permeated the room
They drifted and whipped swiftly to consume
Morphing into a dagger and heading for its mark
As it appears to all that it was just a lark
Blood is drawn, for she knew where to aim
Invisible wounds – nothing remains the same
Like an old record stuck on repeat
Our sisterhood has more than just skipped a beat
How did I become something to defeat?
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2 comments:
Wooooh. That's that silent but deadly jab only a person that is close to you can throw. Yes, you have to question where that is coming from.
"As it appears to all that it was just a lark"
Yes!
Isn't it crazy how words can often pack more of a powerful punch than a physical punch? I don't remember half the hits I've received in my life, be it in a fight or otherwise, but those verbal zingers are much harder to forget about especially, as Dash points out, when they come from people close.
Powerful stuff Nefertiti.
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