Their words hovered and quivered
like primordial symbols rupturing the air
Hesitating; wavering; not succumbing to gravity
There were no elephants in the room:
they ran and hid,
splitting the wood with their thunderous hooves
(amateurs in the field of awkward-moment etiquette)
— pins undropped; suspended from the ceiling.
But the one and the other thrived on verbal tennis:
one with cluttered mind and stunted growth of empathy,
the other a hyper-real-emotional-landslide
prone to fits of ambition and manipulation;
each with an invisible aura encircling their bodies:
a thick, viscous membrane of defence mechanics.
Arrows from one set of vocal entry-points
aiming sniper-bullets at the other:
target assessed for weak spots; a point of entry.
The paths of the arrows grew white hot:
maximum pressure exerted to no avail.
The pins and the elephant creaked their eyes sporadically
like children viewing ghosts and demons on TV.
Despite the enthusiasm of vitriol, both snipers retreated:
deflated as mortar balloons, due to the
impenetrable, cerebral fortitude of the other.