Sting

Choose your words carefully. Words cut!

"No one will ever want to be with you!"
She hissed vindictively as she packed.

Not even yet clear of her mouth,
The whetted words sliced through him.

The burning sting of the severed soul
Lingers freshly. Even after all these years.

He sits on his porch, drinks his tea,
Waves to neighbors ... and pets his dog.

His dog always wants to be with him.

Author's Note

Emily was right ... I don't like the title either ... changing it.

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

The burning sting of the severed soul
Lingers freshly. Even after all these years.

damn. just.. damn! the piece as a whole is succinct and all-encompassing but that pairing of lines slices to the core..
it's like you're giving a lesson on how to truly write fiction in its most distilled possible entity

[Doreen]

Sometimes I think animals are better companions than people. Nice write, though it's amazingly sad. I'm going to go slit my wrists now.

[Emily B]

when did you sneak this in? it's brilliant by the way

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. brilliance at its sparkling best ... amazed and bewildered to read your beautiful words ... moved too ...

[Ed Hart]

that last line...that last line