Rage

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Arcs of deep breaths

Oxygen collected within

Bulging blue fists clenched

The monster barely contained

.

Slip of tongue and bone

She prattles ceaselessly on

Obnoxious declarations

For her pitiful affectations

.

Calm no longer an option

I lust for defenestrations

Last of goodwill crumbles away

Demons have come to play

.

Vivid unkind thoughts

Crimson flashes of blood spilled

Madness fostered taught

A friend might just get killed.

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