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Word Twister
Right foot blue.
An easy one, except there is strategy in the first move.
Our knees clash,
yours solid, mine bony.
‘I think we need a break’
Right hand green.
Elbows collide as we jostle for position.
Left hand yellow.
A pause,
but thoughts are mush and my brain is mush and my stomach is mush
and you are going in for the kill.
I resent you now, more than ever,
for your ability to out-do me.
To do this to me.
Right hand red.
My palm rushes to reach lust, blood and pain.
Accusations stream and overflow:
‘I don’t like to say this but –‘
‘You’ve changed’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You’re lying’
You say May, I plead for January.
We jest and jostle with words, trying to out-maneuver each other.
You push, I shunt back with a spare, ‘you’re too clingy’.
A knee like a shovel in my chest: ‘you don’t care about me anymore’.
Both our worlds crumble and collapse.
Blues, greens, yellows and reds crumple.
We are bankrupt. Empty.
Memories smeared into the floor.
No-one tidies up.
No-one laughs.
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