Flash Poetry: “Wolves/Deer”

Have you ever loved someone
called them dear
They’re family, after all,
right?
But the moment they open
their mouths
the ball of yarn
that is
your world
begins to unravel?
Their words
wrecking balls
to the walls you have gingerly built
from chaos?
Like unleashing wolves
thirsty and starved
onto sleeping, unsuspecting deer.
I can barely handle a shot of you
I don’t need the whole bottle
Not this morning
Not today
Not tomorrow.

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