Fingers, jabbing at a keyboard.
Pen, scratching at a page.
The medium doesn't matter
As long as it dispels her rage.
The anger, the tears, the endless quiet
Ever building up in disconsolation.
Seeking a leak, a tear, the tiniest fissure,
Some kind of break to relieve the pressure.
Aha! A rip, a crease, a furrow!
The venom spouts, the acid leaps;
Higher and higher in the atmosphere they climb.
Raining, pouring, enveloping all below.
Not a whisper of love or a touch of tenderness,
Not a hint of regard or buffer.
All the while, the terror keeps coming;
All in its reach shall suffer.
But none are there,
No, not a one.
All who would love and comfort have fled
From the monstrous hurt that she has bled.
Fear, fear, fear!
Estrange the one who hurts,
Before she has the opportunity to turn it on you.
Distance the distraught!
Abandon the stranded!
For there is no fear in love, but no love in fear.
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