Day Three Hundred Two
February 3rd, 2014
Theme: Something You Heard Your Friend Say
Like steel-tipped arrows,
And ripping through your brain.
Sense is laid wasted
As words dent the strongest armor,
Built through years of false encouragement
Before shattering like glass.
But the biggest shock of all
Is a blade lodged in your spine
As a friend armed with a dagger
Forged of trust and good intentions
Grins with your blood upon their face.
Unprotected out of certainty
That they would guard your final weakness,
You fall, knife blooming from your chest
As words uttered by a steadfast friend
Are your parting sermon.