Cursed Verses

In fighting
verses 
she curses
the space
that has hurt us
the space 
that alert us
to frailties
that crack
the ground 
splitting 
apart
yet a part of us
hangs on
to the hopes 
and the dreams
the ways 
and the means
to an end
the end 
that she fears
nearing
through tears
falling heavy
to the broken floor
that's no more
gone
vanished
disappeared
to ether
neither one
backing down
stand their ground
unable to veer
steer
change course
no room for remorse
a dead horse
beaten
path
discarded
igniting a clash
of internal civil
realizations
when the violence 
ignited
bursts forward
flames 
growing 
burning
put out the fire
doused
by those tears
so many tears
paying debts
and arrears
a high cost to 
bear
the burden
burst 
like a dam
but damn 
now 
they are drowning 
drowning
in silence
in that absolute 
silence
in the sound 
of sorrow
that abounds
that can't repair 
the precise slicings
of those cursed 
verses
versus
me.

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