Semi-Daily Scribbles

near enough alike
love becomes a power tool
animosity

battling to breathe
lashing out to have my say
assassination

blood holds us in place
hard not to hear the outburst
inappropriate

sharpen angry words
a kick in the gut reply
argumentative

fighting to compete
aggression loses its fun
realization

Brothers until our days fray and unravel and leave us to wonder: 'Which of us won?'