It often starts so benign.
The distant acknowledgment.
The casual pleasantries expressed.
The daily chores expounded.
Groceries, and laundry.
and trips to the store.
Talking to her
is like talking to floral wallpaper.
The surface so sweet
you can almost smell the gardenias.
But once peeled back,
the walls expose a toxic glue
on the other side.
The turn,
the change in timbre,
a subtle shift when
all becomes clear.
Gone are the days of laughing and swings.
Racing against one another.
Each one set on out doing the other,
in innocent rivalry.
Now,
there is just one desire-
to pull the other down.
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