Two Small Stones

Two words, like stones

fall between us and lie

still

in the grass.

“It’s. back.”

But, it was gone.

Two words

“It’s. back.”

Small words, innocent sounds

Smooth in the grass

More stones fall

” Innoperable,” drops heavily

“Growing,” gleams up from the ground.

“It’s. back. ” bounces and rolls against the others

No one dares drop the last stone.

It blocks my throat,

leaves no room for swallowing

or breathing.

The last stone.

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