By David Estringel
I cut you
with words
to watch you bleed.
You starve me
with silence
to see me wither.
Funny,
we should look back
upon that lifeless heap
we left-
surprised—
wondering,
“How could you let that happen?”
David Estringel is an avid reader, poet, and writer of fiction, creative non-fiction, & essays. He is currently a Contributing Editor (fiction) at Red Fez, editor/columnist at The Good Men Project, and an editor/writer at The Elixir Magazine. David can be found on Twitter (@The_Booky_Man) and his blog “The Booky Man” at thebookyman.wordpress.com
