She speaks-He snaps

A poetic clash between two voices—one soulful, one unapologetically bold. “She” speaks from the heart. “He” snaps from the hip. A duet of heat and healing.

She: I speak in rivers "deep, slow, whole" Of broken glass and growing soul. I mother pain and wear the flame, while storms forget my given name.

He: hotel. bite. wet. burn. (Skin is scripture. I read fast.)

She: I nurse the sky in purple tones, Raise girls like trees with sacred bones. Even silence bends to my decree" A crownless queen, just trying to be.

He: stairwell. tongue. regret. none. (This is not love. this is muscle memory.)

She: I sit with grief and teach it grace, Trace healing lines across my face. My scars are songs I’ve grown to hum" Not every fire leaves me numb.

He: curve. grip. don’t stop. stop. (You keep talking. I keep tasting.)

She: I gather hope in wounded hands, Pour it like water through desert sands. You ask why I still bloom in pain" Because I’ve learned to drink the rain.

He: smoke. choke. laugh. leave. (I came for the echo, not the prayer.)

She: I don’t mistake your fire for fate, I’ve danced with loss and left it late. I’ve held my breath through darker days" Now every breath, I claim my praise. I don’t unravel at your need, I bloom in silence, not in speed. Where you see want, I offer grace " A different hunger, softer pace. So snap your lines and burn your skin" But I am love that burns within. Not conquered, claimed, or passed along" I am the poem. I am the song.

Author's Note

This piece is a creative experiment in dual voice poetry. “She” speaks with layered depth, shaped by emotional endurance and grace. “He” snaps in clipped, intense lines, driven by immediacy and impulse. Please read this work as a performance of contrast, not a literal reflection of any relationship or personal truth. Feedback on emotional tone, voice dynamics, and flow is welcome. Be mindful—this is a vulnerable and artistic expression of polarity in human connection.

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous dialogue. Powerful writing.

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Thank you, Thomas. I am grateful the dialogue resonated. This piece was a layered experiment in contrast and voice, so your words mean a lot.