Our argument is fierce and quiet
Poison-dart-whispers shot like daggers through the ice-laced tuesday night
The glass in your hand trembles as you squeeze so hard I'm afraid you're going to crush it
But something tells me you'd deny having such strength
In your fist.
'You never asked me what I wanted!' I hiss through clenched teeth
And you let it drop
shattering on the tile as your fingers leave skid-marks on my wind-kissed cheek
And the scene freezes
A sudden silence filling the dishes and the bottles on the windowsill and your open mouth.
Shell-shocked
Gaping
My eyes slide to the floor
Tracing the bloodstain
Of red-wine crawling in rivers between our bare feet
And I swallow
Trying to take a little of the cold with me
Because it's barely ten and it's gonna be a long way home.
And thinking about you alone in my room
Crying inside below the wail of racing thoughts and the scrape of traffic and
Gentle sips of my neighbours' harmonium
I will be helpless
Speechless and as close to useless as I've ever felt
My lines all instantly forgotten in that split-second when you
Stopped time.
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