“Are you okay?”
The deep punctures from a blade made of words remain.
Punctures that are now etched into the heart.
Punctures that alter who someone is.
The heartache from a lost soulmate lingers.
A heartache that shatters.
A heartache that’s unhealable.
The tragedy that befell from a false friend
Tragedy that clips the wings of trust.
Tragedy that longs for solitude.
“Yeah, I’m fine”
