Is it still there?
The flame. Not the fire.
Everything was fine before.
So I wonder why.

You swung the sword first,
I responded retaliation.
Both didn’t win;
we ended up badly wounded

Like the way the moon greets the sun with a passing nudge.
Creating crimson-tainted clouds
painting the sky.
Thats how we are sometimes,
when we brush off of each other’s skin---

---bruises everywhere.



- c.s. (062119)