Words Hurt

Shall we duel,
in the ebony of night,
surrounded by a cool blanket of wind.
Your icy words stab my heart and leave slivers within.
The twinkling i see,
is in the sky,
not your fiery eye.
Don't pull it out,
I will choose if and when.

by Christina Jayne

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