“The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war.” –John
Lyly, Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit (1578).
Of all her many weapons,
it was her voice
that left me voiceless—
like sunrise on a battlefield
speechless with corpses.
I tell you that her words
were like war—
a skirmish of metaphors
wounding my already purple heart.
Ambushed and bushwhacked
booby-trapped and blown apart
in the jungles of despair—
I was captured
with multiple fractures
and was unprepared
for this guerilla warfare.
I am listed as:
a prisoner of conscience
a casualty of her
barbed wire kisses
and the double-barreled shotgun
of her cocked and loaded eyes.
She hardly even cried
when she pulled the trigger and said:
“This is war, kid.”
Now…
Go figure.
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