Without Talking Poem by Carrie D'Amato

We grabbed our weapons of choice,
aimed them at the weakest points,
determined to destroy defenses
and undermine any remaining strengths.

Our hearts pounded out a rhythm
founded by ceremonial battle drums.
Our cells were overwhelmed
by adrenaline laced with anger.

We went straight for the jugulars
intent on spilling blood.
We cut as deep as we could go,
back and forth, wound for wound...

But I didn’t feel a thing.