Friendship Pirate

Your greeting was warm—

unconditional, kind—

but behind your eyes,

a blade awaited.

We shared secrets

as kin would do—

with trust,

with loyalty.

You sold them

for mockery—

and worse,

for laughs.

Now I sit with wounds,

my trust—

broken,

beyond repair.

Your name

tastes like iron

in my mouth.

Once,

we laughed.

Now,

I remember only

how sharp

a friend’s knife

can be.