There would be nothing Dead words would serve as flies Withholding no purpose or meaning Not because I am not skilled with this tongue But because I hold no intention of saying That I care for you

Growing strong Frost gnaws on my flesh Beneath my winter coat

Snow embedded into my bone Tearing open my muscle Hope of replacing it with sheer cold

But I stand in front of her Praying I can hold my ground And remain undeterred

Her tongue though It’s made out of ice

I will not escape her winter

Used and discarded, that’s how I felt. Witnessing everyone turn on me for a misunderstanding. The one and only time I wasn’t walking on eggshells, I was made to feel as if I was worth nothing.

All those times that girl, that singular girl that they all flock to, started to dislike me. That was the end of my life as I knew it. And it was almost the end of my life in general. Because as much as she would deny it, she had all the power in that dynamic.

I didn’t want my life to be a living hell with the assistance of the girl who claimed to be my sister and best friend.