It's Done

IT’S DONE

The noise
The shouts and the screams
Hurled with precision
Aimed to slice
To wound and peel.

The silence
It wraps around us
As thick as bricks
Keeping secrets
Telling Lies.

The Anger
A Double-edged sword
Pricking bruises to red
Poison seeps in.
We both bleed.

The Hurt
Hoarded like gold
Keeps the wounds fresh
Gnaws at forgiveness.

Resentment
Cold, so frigid
The hurt scabbed over, scarred.

Enemies?
No. Not us.
Never us.
But we’re finished.
It’s done