Assassins

The assassins lay next to each other,
They are enemies and prisoners of war.
It’s a ceasefire
Until tomorrow morning,
Until the day begins
And slowly uncovers the triggers in the head -
the rage, the fear, the chills of the loss,
Until another message vibrates on the table,
A target marked for attack on the wall.

The signals unfold the collateral damages
Retaliations that are to be expected,
Whether to retreat or provoke
How many different ammunitions are in store?

The treaty is broken,
Boundaries have been crossed,
It’s just a matter of time
The assassins realize they have both lost the war.