said nothing short of violence and anger
with scars serving as a testament
of his dark history stained with blood
between me and him
was an awkward pause of silence
and 5 feet of foul air and metal bars
between us was a world of differences
his smirk betrayed his poker face
he began to speak, a sign of defeat in our mind game
but once his words came through
i found myself afraid to see
"are you sure what side of the glass you're on?"
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