Chalkboard

By firelight and in the night
We battle to the death
You armed with sarcasm
Too much insight into
My wounds

Me with intellectual
Puzzles and play
Even a dull knife can
Cut when used right
And I know how to
Make you bleed

On through the night
Tit for tat, quid pro quo
Neither giving quarter
Shouting over top
Of each other
Until

Your voice grates me like
Nails on a chalkboard
My skin crawling
I flee the room
Head down and
Shoulders hunched

You win.  Again.

Reviews

[Askew]

I think this is a very beautiful poem about how this type of relationship works

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

from nectar lips and flower hips~ to words that rip right through the affectionate silk of relationships~ been there~ don't ever want to revisit that space again~ you have opened it raw as it is in a latticework of words descending as does a relationship mired in venom words~excellent!~