Fault Line
When the call comes,
I feign ambivalence,
one more maneuver
to deny fault.
I did this
and you did that.
Who understands
the whole gestalt?
Back and forth we
thrust and parry
’til no one knows
who started what.
When did our love
became a battlefield?
That crest we aimed for
a well-worn rut?
Writing prompts today are: call, ambivalent, understated, maneuver and fault.
Brilliantly done.
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Very nice, although nice isn’t really the right word, considering the content. Astute and applicable to almost any long-term relationship – romantic or otherwise.
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Excellent (I understand it’s fiction).
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Yes, ma’am.
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For the last few years of my mother’s life, she tended to blame me for all her problems — my mantra then was “it’s not my fault”!
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That sounds like a reversal of the kid who blames all their problems on their parent..
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Hah! Except that by then the kid had learned to throw the blame right back where it belonged — not necessarily to the parent!
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