Screaming
gnashing of teeth
fists of rage
pounding
upon a heated
face.
Hot words
cold emotion
family virtue
casting stones at
good-for-nothings
whoring for love…
Flames of tension
simmer, never quenched
anxiety burns
thirsty in a soul
dehydrating the spirit
of love.
The crowd silently watches
the gladiator
tearing apart
the accused
hearts slowly petrifying
in the grandstand.
One day, they will
inflict colossal wounds
on those they love
less and less –
a funeral pyre spewing ashes
once drenched in vinegar.
Powerful words.
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Tough subject. Thanks for reading Tina 🙂
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You have built up angst like steam line after line culminating in a scalding discharge. It is as potent as a volcanic eruption, lava, ash and all.
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domestic violence and a volcano…yep.
Thanks for reading, Uma, and for your ever thought-filled comments.
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