Friendly Fire

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It is amazing how quickly confidence dies

on the edge of a word

or a co-workers sigh

there is a concealed knife behind every curve

that forms on the edge of a mouth

a deceitful grin to draw you in

~

The daily battle is not drawn for me

and yet I find myself ahead of the regiment

shoeless

my hands with no arms to bare

for I gave up weapons long ago

when I lunged forward to find a sword through my feet

and a gun under my chin

~

And so

still, I fall for the liar’s grin

that calls me friend

and reels me in again

 

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