like the snap of a toothpick between two thumbs
like the death of a rose
each petal slowly wilting and falling
as the summer comes to an end.
All because of three words
said in a small room,
at first with comfortable wooden features,
but more chairs than people soon makes the room too crowded.
She could fill that empty bookshelf across from her
with feelings, lies, silence.
Only 3 words to snap her like a toothpick
"it was consensual".