Her whispers fragment on
My ear
Crumbling like last fall's leaves,
Bruised thin.
She sniffles, starts, then stops,
Pleading
Quietly, Forcefully.
Static.
She knows I know she hurts.
But waits,
Reeling back more and more,
Leading.
She sets the hook in guilt,
And pulls
Wearing me down to speak.
"Sorry."
How can you strike the mouth
You feed?
She hungers to hear that word.
"Ok."
And with that short rebuke,
Relieved,
Hangs-up in victory.
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