A Thread Connecting Three

What happens when the only thread two people share is their child?
Regret simmers in the pot they use to brew resentment.
Friction ignites a series of insults.
That tension taints the word family.

That child becomes a buffer, caught in the crossfire.
Her innocence fractured, she is split in two shields.
Concealing the wounds, they got from each other.

She becomes the well where they pour each other’s secrets.
The fountain they use to store their emotions.
The luck they both share.

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