Recoil
Verb: (/rəˈkoil/) rebound or spring back through force of impact or elasticity.
Does it make you feel proud to hold my vulnerability like a bullet in the barrel of your throat?
Does it make you feel proud to shoot my words back at me, watch me wounded on the floor beneath your feet, a crushed flower longing for her soil, does it make you feel proud?
Does it make you feel angry knowing my sword hits parchment twice as hard as your bullets hit me, that all the pain you shoot at me ricochets with precision off the deceased birch and blooms into new life like a fallen Redwood?
Does it make you feel angry knowing that I deconstruct the words that you intended to make me self-destruct into a constructive work of art?
A literary legacy?
A table that never stops turning?
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