The End

Shouting in my ear
your face became twisted,
A hardened grave stone mask.
Silence stretched the seconds
between your transmutilation
and my dropping into tears.
The back of your head said without a sound
The deafening one word message
you last spat on me-
“Goodbye!”

I too

have been deafened by that word, and not so long ago ...

Excellant write.

ron

"things are not always what they seem to be cause seams are in all things"

Thanks for stopping in.

Good exercise.

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