Drafted

Evacuate this evocation from the socially awkward position

I find myself in the crook of, the nook of,

that feels like a sheltered bomb

of brittled allegiances and susceptible silences

that call to arms, when I am not ready,

to fight against a something that really was a nothing

but waged a war no words would make a treaty of.

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