A Flourish of Hate
The conversation was plain
unassuming
innocent
We were even on the verge of love.
Then it happened
and it could not be erased.
You said the words I dreaded.
You struck my soul with your
dagger of fire.
The pain was immediate.
The flames in my veins erupted
consuming
violent
The flames grew as you watched
completely unaware of the torrent you inspired.
The calm instantly replaced by fury.
Now, there will never be love.
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