Quiet Battle

Bitterness, anger.

Two people, once friends.

Resentment, fury.

Unseen sparks fly, without words.

Eyes meet and narrow.

Fists clench, a challenge.

The silence is deafening.

One turns away,

And it’s over before it began.

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