Awkward Accolades

It’s the same sound
Same sting
The same collapse
Of everything.

~*~

your artless

compliments

feel like

fire inside

my throat,

two pens

don’t share

the same ink,

and your nib

dug at truth.

your guileless

compliments

feel like ice

within my

migraine

that spoke,

two minds

can’t think

anything of

the things

they wrote.

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