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Friend
What a hurtful word friend is.
Friend. End. Fend. Rid. Die. Rend.
So many ideas held within such a relatively short word. As a child, we played a game to make as many words as possible with letters of a single word. Intellectual prowess was as important as anything else.
So many small hard words inside friend. Even fewer soothing ones.
Friend. Fire. Ride.
Friend. The end, the fending off, the ridding, the death, the rending of me.
Nothing I have or could offer is wanted, or needed, or hoped for. No quick flames searing. No slow flames burning. No fire riding through us. No gentleness, passion, love. No life worth riding. I will only ride my memories and could-have-beens.
Friend. EndFendFireRidDieRideRend.