In the dimness of a darkened moment,
words arise, an impure torrent,
“Did you talk to him?” sounds like thunder,
and in the heavy air, poison is felt under.

“And what else?” escapes like a scream,
a dagger that wounds, that cuts through the dream,
trust shatters into a thousand fragments,
and love turns into discontentments.

“I don’t understand why you have his phone,”
a whisper of jealousy felt on the throne,
gazes cross paths, the tension grows thick,
each harsh word is a piece that can stick.

The heart beats wildly with an erratic pace,
each hurtful phrase leaves a cold echo’s trace;
smiles fade away like distant...