Emotional Carnage
It was a cathedral built from silent understandings and threads not spun by fingers. Yet all it took was a single flash—the sharp edge of an ego, glinting like a polished blade a second before impact.
A dissection of the moment when irascibility pierced the most fragile tissue—a soulful resonance that needed no words. Where the warmth of shared silence once pulsed, there is now only the raw structure of an exposed interior, left behind by a wound no one expected. Least of all the one who dealt it.
It is a silent scream over the body of a friendship that was more than intimacy. It was a homeland that we ourselves, in a fit of self-importance, turned to ash. Only an emptiness remains where the voice of someone who understood us before we could even speak once echoed...
