#2453

‘I’m sorry.
I don’t know what just came over me.
Can we talk about—’

I raised my hand
to punctuate his sentence for him,
while my other hand
attempted to soothe a stinging cheek.

When he chose violence over words,
he lost the luxury of conversation.

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