Conversation
Starting with a huff of exasperation
following a door slam
via a chain reaction
fury trying to eat a way at you, you think you’ll never have a conversation with madness
but have a build up of irritation; soon you’ll know you’ve been infected
putting up a brick, brick wall to protect your rhythmic drum
from every excruciating incision being thrown at you
there’s an allusion.
just then at that moment you know… you’ve acknowledged
that this is now a battle
your conscience, but not
adding and subtracting the enticing agony
subtracting and dividing the affectionate affection
she once had
next the melodic beat is in containment
thinking everything is tattered, but all along has been in one “peace”
who knew that a tear drop of hydrogen plus two oxygen could be so flammable?
and who knew it could ignite?
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