Its very weird…
I looked into their faces
the ones who truly broke me.
No enemies among them.
Just Brutus,
in many forms,
smiling.
Familiar hands,
and mouths,
that once said
I never would.
as they held the knife
like a gift.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
Its very weird…
I looked into their faces
the ones who truly broke me.
No enemies among them.
Just Brutus,
in many forms,
smiling.
Familiar hands,
and mouths,
that once said
I never would.
as they held the knife
like a gift.
This piece reflects on the dissonance between pain and intent - how the deepest betrayals often come not from enemies, but from those closest to us. The reference to Brutus evokes the timeless sting of betrayal by someone trusted, echoing Caesar’s famous last breath: “Et tu, Brute?”
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