Untouchable

This is something I wrote a handful of months ago, back during that season of silence, and I think its time to expose it to a few thoughtful critiques. What do you think?

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She had thought that their relationship would keep itself
and twenty years of forgiven fights
would stay the course of trust,
directing love to cover—not uncover—
the words she had hated, yet stumbled,
to say.

Now, she explores the wreck of what was

once a love untouchable,

remembering late-night laughter and

the hundred stories whispered in

dark corners of bunk beds,

shrieks of shared joy muffled

between pillows and sheets.

The damage uncontained,

for her words had not fallen

among sunflowers, but were planted

in a field of buried mines.

“I will pay my debt with silence,” she thinks,

knowing now, that a pound of flesh may

have hurt less, and that the

words she spoke, can never be

taken back.