Dislocated feelings cause tempers to boil over,
Words mix around like flavors in a soup.
Muscles tense up and nostrils flare,
Violence cracks through the air.
Breaking on the face of the other.
Anger crescendos and slows down to a stop.
The moment drifts away.
Clenching my fist like a newborn baby,
I hurt like hell,
But I feel better.
11:27pm, 01/03/11
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