Fighting & Leaving

A hurtful word rattles the shutters; whipping through the screen door are memories and battle scars of a time back when insecurity ran thin. A jaded touch pulls her ponytail southbound, sending chills the length of my spine. A crooked smile posed as a fateful tight-lipped stare brings out the truthful conclusion: Nothing gold can stay.

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